Текст песни Мистер Твистер - 08-Вагонная

Wagon
Here at the station the composition will ring and go
Sit down forget and leave he calls, calls, calls
I'm alone as a sail in the sea of ​​my baby is not near
I'll call you and order a ticket from grief

Sit on the train will go, wake up in the morning
Knocking kilometers, knocking to hell with all the blues
The rhythm of the road beats the guitar, I sit playing the blues
And the wheels, rails, sleepers will carry away the sadness

And the train flies into the distance
Coupe has long been sleeping
And again in the hive lights
Seconds before dawn

Shreds of fog fly out the window
Recalling one
No one will tell where the end of the road
No one knows where to get off

And the train flies into the distance
Coupe has long been sleeping
And again in the hive lights
Seconds before dawn

Shreds of fog fly out the window
Recalling one
No one knows where the end of the road is.
No one will tell me where to get off

I'll go to the machinist, that all night the composition leads
Hey man, everything is not so sour if we roll forward
Those who love the free wind can meet on the way.
Everything unnecessary in the world
Everything unnecessary in the world
We will leave behind!