Текст песни Валентина Голощапова - Разные вагоны

Other cars
  
The first breath of wind - so the last jerk
Run away from the familiar raucous laughter ...
Soft snow wrapped shoulders secretly
Overshadowed by the lips and leave, leave
In cities where the chain rattling roads
No one was spared, and therefore do not lie,
Where a firm step trampled feet
I'll walk, run, until you drop ...

After all, one way - so many crossroads
One platform - various cars
A story with a lot of kinks
And yet again, not very much and it just ...

I'll give you a piece of buffoonery
And again you can not refuse ...

New wind nod - sophisticated coil
Funeral pyres flared West
And the rattle of the train, sprinkling charcoal
And breaking the remains in the clutches of madness
In cities where the chain broken roads,
In the cities, where every front - a stranger,
In cities where there is a God, certainly there is a God,
And the sign on the highway with the word "home"

And we're alone - so different intersections
By the same door, but in different halls
One fate with many fractures
It's very simple ... right and just ...

I'll give you the open love
And again you will not be able not to hit ...