Текст песни Эдуард Хиль - Старый паровоз

You do not seem whether prose,
What in an age when we are all in a hurry,
I thought suddenly of locomotives,
As if there are no other cars!

It is at an impasse, rusting,
Yore iron horse,
While it does not warm in the cold
From tearing furnace fire.

Chorus:
Old, old steam!
Remember when you me somewhere was driving,
you puffing, puffing on steep climbs,
Red wheels of spit!

But in the municipality stop
It was the motto in those years.
- Give Irkutsk! Give Kakhovka! -
Screaming us train.

Though he stood not in the repair,
Steel patches on it do not count:
He fought, like everyone else, at the front,
And he has merit.

Chorus.

Today, speed is required,
Price minute high.
And because electric train
It flies through the wind and snow!

A locomotives are,
But not in a hurry and do not buzz.
Isle of cooled pipes are not twisted,
And only the memory chafe ...

Chorus.