Текст песни Кrес - Под Стук Колес

Mourners are asked to leave the cars.
Destiny fights - leave to return
Conversely, because there are so long lasting days,
The night lights on the platforms.
They take tales of wise people to the distance.
In the eyes of the fire - because he talks about her.
Front legends ... Let's go to the lobby, smoke,
Breathing snuff in the morning is too early.
Morning for the knocking of the wheels, the night for the sound of wheels,
And then some kind of sadness, almost to tears ...
I believe in the best, it is not far off.
Having set up the Hermitage, the trains are melting in a fog,
Faceted glasses play with highlights.
Arise, old man, Novgorod will soon become Great.
Hello, Father, where are you going?
Tell me how to live on a precipice in lies?
Under the clatter of the guitar, the guitar whispers to me:
"Winter, winter, do not fall into captivity."
Look - in the dark lights flash.
Do not confuse, here are the good wines of the kitchen,
And those burning eyes rush into the darkness.
On either side of the white houses in the smoke,
They live out their last days
Those who did not have time to rebuild their world.
I will remember you ...

Sleep for the sound of wheels ... Hey, bro, wake up,
The conductor brought some tea, mumbled something to himself
Grizzled old man, grouchy dog, ask if he has cigarettes.
In the vestibule blow, then think.
Today, one goal with you is our time to kill.
Eternal pursuits, one after the other cars,
People grind the platforms with their feet for years.
In the black sky the stars, the milky way,
Good buzz, I can not fall asleep.
We are left to the end quite a bit,
Quite a bit, a couple of hours and we are at home
and there are already familiar areas outside the window,
Squeak of brakes, wet asphalt apron,
The clock is exactly midnight, it's time to say goodbye.
'Good luck!' "And God help you."

My dream brought cool colors to the sea of ​​dreams under the sound of wheels.
No need for words. On the shelves next to us we look for one answer, one question.
My dream brought cool colors to the sea of ​​dreams under the sound of wheels.
No need for words. On the shelves next to us we look for one answer, one question.

On slippery rails, along towns, outskirts
Concrete jungle rumbling trains. In dreams, shouted
Under the clatter of wheels, hearts, hum of wires,
Singing birds, breathing plants.
My dream carried me somewhere far away.
Heavenly tears of sorrow ... By the wind
I rocked the trees, my world was trampled around and woven with snow.
The days melt, the guides wore tea,
Bright lights beckoned - do not be bored.
I remembered my father, my mother,
For God's sake, everyone who did not throw after the stone,
And those filled the air with love.
I opened the window a bit, and people near
They were silent, and in anticipation it was not too late.
Hearts pounded, hearts pounding ...

My dream brought cool colors to the sea of ​​dreams under the sound of wheels.
No need for words. On the shelves next to us we look for one answer, one question.
My dream brought cool colors to the sea of ​​dreams under the sound of wheels.
No need for words. On the shelves next to us we look for one answer, one question.