Текст песни Green Crow - Казань-Москва

Crumpled sleeping bags, dirty foam, drunken faces of friends,
Empty bottles, noodles and canned food, trashy cigarette smoke
The smell of socks and yesterday's beer - a bouquet of morning life,
But soon there will be kefir and I will be happy, dawn will come soon!

But that was yesterday ...
Yesterday...

After all, my train goes west, I leave the land of proud firs
I take with me dark beer and thick leaden sky
I run west from the eternal winter ...

Tales and songs, strings and strings, the ringing of wooden blades
Trams, stations, trains and roads are wrapped in a wind rose
And waiting for the first snow, like a gift of fate,
And the wings of a dream are wide open to the sky, and the wind brings dreams,

But that was yesterday ...
Yesterday...

After all, my train goes west, I leave the land of proud firs
I take with me dark beer and thick leaden sky
I'm running away from eternal childhood to the west ...
To the west…

After all, my train goes west, I leave the edge of mountain firs
I take with me dark beer and thick leaden sky
I'm running away from eternal childhood to the west ...
To the west…