Текст песни Айваязян А. - По гудящим рельсам...

According droning tracks bang drops
  I'm with the last flight will hardly have time.
  Run away, the road to a far-distant blue forest,
  Good friends, no means bad.

  Again I left my last tram, la la.
  In the front of the music is playing, the memory-memory.
  And I hasten to where I take old friends,
  Where bored if I was not a long time,
  And warm tea.

  Lanterns, swaying, hurt windows,
  And the moon, desperate, wet from rain,
  And the soul plays like a festive orchestra.
  Well me with you - so bad without.

  Hand waved tired conductor, la-la,
  The band played a studied majors: pam-pam.
  And I hasten to where I take old friends,
  Where bored if I was not a long time,
  And warm tea and put ... coffee ... and drinking cocoa ...