Текст песни Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение плацкартному вагону

Squeaky turn the key
It happens sometimes stringy ...
And, pulling hard on the shoulder,
I am the soul of the elevator door opened.
From frequent insults,
From protracted scandals
Under the lights path lies
Until bored Station ...

Green my car,
Magic Lantern my!
I'm so tired of looking
Pictures about the bad weather.
Bring the same, my dear,
Carry me, as of old
By unintentional love
Fortunately for desperate!
And where they will be saved,
Where no pretense waiting
Where the woman in me
Not throwing stones,
Where the court will be easy
And the verdict - not cool,
And at midnight, an old friend
Holds to the station.

Click a fate register
Including forgot rhythm of the car.
Let someone fast train fast
I'll sleep on stages.
I do differently proud
I wrote a short story in a dream,
As I swam in the old port
Long gone caravel.