Текст песни Дима Олейник - 41 Тропа

Smooth bus cheek rubbing against prickly steppe of Kalmykia
From one end to the other end of the globe can hear "come to me"
People hugged tightly and followed the light wagon
Everyone who came over and said thank you, I have embraced, remembered.

Hands give up under the weight of suitcases and letters inside
In the stomach wobbled Charlotte, oolong tea and aspirin
The train homeless looked me in the eye
He hung up the accordion on his shoulders, singing like the noise of a thunderstorm Piterskaya

car stale air, noise, friendly conductors
Guys are going to watch, I look at their tired faces
And I'm afraid to give himself just to name a house and a name
Who knows what they think, and think about whether Ukraine?

The waters of Lake Baikal, Siberia frosts thicket Taiga
Every day I read a poem about how died
Someone sticks to the iPhone, someone smokes a hookah
I close my eyes and do not see them, for me it is strange

Fog in Omsk has a warm embrace
I see you first, but I'm afraid of losing
Stupid movie, your head on my shoulder,
I was afraid that everything will end as usual with anything.

And each time looking out of the windows of rusty cars
It is difficult to leave dear to the people on the platform
41 city, 41 trails, and I am more than tired
I'll be back, and with me is the very heat
that same heat
that same heat.