Текст песни Александр Смогул - Электричка

In the crap wagon ,
Entering in the fall , about the signs ,
Pochuesh any exposed nerve
Tosca questions answers.
Though sad farewell point ,
Where it excludes layout editing ,
But hardly vyplyvet sadder ,
The train to Zagorsk .

It goes silent boy ,
Absolutely nobody in the space of a century .
Crossing Way rainy,
Noon weaves like a cripple .
The car stumbles . wildly
Draught whimpers and howls ,
And the window devouring a slice of the station ,
Where the crown oblique gutter .