Текст песни Телевизор - Люди в ожидании

They leave the train and pulled wagons,
Noisy crowds weary aprons,
And the sad eyes of envy fun ...
Others call lights of cities.
Takes years, wheel race
In the eternal race for satiated happiness.
At stations scream and fuss
People waiting for the train ...

Passions boil and torn nerves,
And everyone wants to go first
In the city of your dreams and faith
In a country of unfulfilled dreams.
Groaning from the platform legs soulless,
And wet with tears, and sweat stuffy.
Are the crowd obeyed destiny,
People waiting for the train ...

Breathe stations illusion of life,
Whistle locomotive - as the starting shot.
They drove off, hung on pegs,
To leave without a trace.
And the train is not one, but they are happy.
Here are conducted for each place of war,
Here, hit each other with their elbows hurt
People waiting for the train ...