Текст песни Жора Судаков - Дорожная история

So I bought a ticket, my car is already worth it,
Rather, I'm running to my platform.
City, goodbye! Goodbye fate!
Goodbye, my unfortunate love ...

Wheels knock, knock in time
I’ll return back, not yet a fact;
There are bridges across the paths -
What is wrong, please forgive me!

Goodbye, goodbye, my foreign land
My Moscow Plain ...
I missed you here a lot
My dear father is Ural.

And the train is gaining modest speed,
And quietly drives up to his native city:
"Really, Yekaterinburg, dear,
I returned home here ... "

And tomorrow I'll leave again:
"You come back!" - mother is crying on the platform ...
Rather, I run to the railway station -
I'm tired of the roads ...

So I bought a ticket, my car is already worth it,
I rather run to my platform:
"I will return to you, my dear Sverdlovsk,
Come back, come back, come back, come back home. "