Текст песни Пилот - Пешком по шпалам

On the roads thirsty
On the roads thirsty heat
I walk light,
Sent to the death with a backpack.
And the sound of the wheels plays old blues
Along the tracks past the music .

The wine and music
Passes quickly my life
And the butterflies fly
Over a glass of vodka light
Blinking his eyes obkurennym pupil
changing color

Walk along the tracks to the south ( 3p )
Where the sun , sea, air,
Beer, vodka, women and the moon .

Afford sharitsya
Cherished steward and a ticket ,
On the ground riding
Empty mug and biscuit
And squeaking brakes pressed
Stiraet rusty house

Walk along the tracks to the south ( 3p )
Where the sun , sea, air,
Beer, vodka, women and the moon .