Текст песни Александр Щербина - Москва-Тверь

I can only get up and leave,
Gradually closing the door ...
Fast train five to three,
Fast train from Moscow
In Tver.

But Tver something in the spring - pools,
As if the sky well, just that - in the rain,
And in the apartment my husband,
And to my heart -
False.

Now I play along with her,
And whisper himself - "let"
And led on a leash days
my Raspushistuyu
Sadness.

And I will love too sad - horror,
Finally, I learn to spin,
Let the wool something with it - a little,
I would cry over it
Relish.

  
So it will fare in life.
Gang bang, then a lock of hair.
Not God knows what, but all are - proc,
Look - in the morning tangle
There is.

What will my husband grumble: "Blessed
All grieve and love where is? "
And I will bind him then scarf
And I tell him yet -
"Eat!"

And it was then that the soul and a scream
And it explodes out of the window - away ...
Fast train five to three,
Fast train from Moscow -
At night.