Текст песни Макс Быков и ТК Рыбинск-40 - Локомотив полетели.

I stub cigarette butt and threw it on the floor
I poured wine into the glass, drank it with a volley and cried
Flew, flew - did not have time to say goodbye
And September became cold, although there was no blizzard ...
Why? What for? For what? Roll back a year or two.
All forget, get into the arena and yell about the armored train ...
And then come home and write about Loko novel
So that our children would read and be proud of the paravoz
Like a shower ice, like a knife under the ribs ...
The city was plunged into smoke from the scattered grief
Parachute beeps are now like nuclear explosions
Oh what a blessing if all of you were alive
Sasha, Josef, Jan and Pavol, Karlis, Stefan and Nikita, Gena, Sasha, Karel, Robert, Daniil, Marat, Andryukha, Vanya, Misha, Pasha, Sasha, Max, Vitalik and Serega. Rusya, Sasha, Theme, Pasha, Yura. The road is over.

Tkachenko beats the opponent in an arc, roll to the gate and GO! It is fantastic! The awesome return of Locomotive! He's alive!