Текст песни КукишЪ - Железнодорожная

- Railway

The shelves of the rail are knocking under the broken wheel,
In the window, fly fields, forests and a rare house.
And only the machinists know about
Where our train rails are called.
And passengers in their paid coupe,
WHERE ALL GALIFE SOLD, and
They sing and drink - they are no case at all -
What a light burns on semaphore now.

Then the field outside the window, then the forest, then the city,
Where the same thing is the game.
Where every fellow travelers have their own -
Such as friends, wife, neighbors and enemies.
I am happy to leave them everyone behind,
I'm going on, and they will stay in the night.
Sometimes it seems to me that I am that steam locomotive,
What is lucky and veins ...

Behind the sleeper spat them not to consider numbers
But there is no leader of the craft steam locomotive.
To the station comes - there are many will come
But the same will come in, they will sing again.
And there is no locomotive of anyone where to carry -
People and he is rarely converged.
And the shelves of the rail are knocking under the broken wheel,
In the window, fly fields, forests and a rare house.

2010.