Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Под стук колёс

By the sound of wheels read your letters,
And outside running away trees.
Whistle toot from the driver,
Playing on my sorrow.

Whistle toot from the driver,
Playing on my sorrow.

Once again takes me time,
And you used to, you sit and wait.
And you're blowin 'my burden,
And the track bake.

And you're blowin 'my burden,
And the track bake.

How far are we in this noisy world,
And where - is on the fourth floor
You sit in a small apartment,
And think of me.

You sit in a small apartment,
And remember me

Gulls conductor brings a dull,
Glass-holders on the locomotive.
And beat the wheels that have the power
Dancing on someone else's tune.

And beat the wheels that have the power
Dancing on someone else's tune.

Moscow railway station, meet on the platform
I have friends, they have to do.
And I leave it in the car
Scraps of your letter.

And I leave it in the car
Scraps of your letter.