Текст песни Мистер Твистер - 08-Вагонная

Wagon
Here at the station the composition will threaten and move away
Sit down to forget and go calling, calling, calling
I am like a sail in the sea of ​​my crumb near
I'll call me and with grief I order myself a ticket

Slying to the train will go to wake up in the morning
Knocking down kilometers, chuck all Handra
Rhythm Road beats the guitar, I sit play blues
And wheels, rails, sleepers will take away sadness

And the train flip flies
The coupe has long been sleeping
And again in the hive lanterns
Seconds to dawn

Shreds fog flying out the window
Recalling about one
No one will say where the end of the way
No one knows where I go

And the train flip flies
The coupe has long been sleeping
And again in the hive lanterns
Seconds to dawn

Shreds fog flying out the window
Recalling about one
No one knows where the end of the path
No one will tell me where to go

I'm going to the driver that all night the composition leads
Hey, guy, everything is not so acid if we rush forward
Those who love free wind can meet in the way
All unnecessary in the world
All unnecessary in the world
We will leave behind!