Текст песни Анатолий Киреев - Электричка

Not by force of habit - rather, on the fate of
I rush to the train to meet you ..
The wagon glass someone is watching, loving,
And I know it myself.
The wagon glass someone is watching, loving,
And I know it myself.

In the shimmering city of light pockmarked,
I'm the last pile of dragging behind him,
From childhood to this day,
It does not take away from me.

There has been timidly autumn landscape ..
The cardboard box is my modest luggage.
At the stop I will go out into the dawn,
And I get lost my trail.

The beautiful and wild as the glare of fire
Three red carnations grow in me.
Fly, train, goodbye, my twin,
Now, I - your eternal debtor.

Yesterday's tears, date ice ..
In vain predictions for what awaits us.
One is for thousands of years
Burns in the leaves of dawn.
One is for thousands of years
Burns in the leaves of dawn.