Текст песни Юта Валес - в поезде

Year (inaudible ) , early autumn ,
dust, stuffiness , rattling reserved seat
fast train to Feodosia .
Sunken cheeks and chest flat

throat tears up the conductor wagon :
"Soon the border , to get a passport ! "
( And do not get it - the embankment , in a column ,
styt and ready to lasso the larynx ) .

These hours of waiting, insomnia ,
children's screams , chewing mouths
to endure , and then - the sun
and the Black Sea waves, and - you .