Текст песни Григорий Данской - Коммивояжер

I lived in trains for months, and here, the charter,
Waiting for instructions from above, but they are up to the light bulb.
And when the composition is sent to me to the station,
Conductors in second-class wagons prepare me slippers.

I drink tea. I am lying about the city,
In which I was and was not during the flights.
They say: "Good you guy." "Yes, -
I answer them. "I'm hard to stand on the rails."

And then, at night, in, it would seem, a dark window
(as if for midnight took the driver and the route changed)
Breaks a big land unknown to me.
But the rails keep me.

If you hoisted me, God, on these steel paths -
You say, and I will silent, offended not tai.
Only the right to silent you leave yourself ... Sorry,
The conductors are interested, with whom I am.