Текст песни Олег Медведев - Держись, машинист

There is time to sleep and time to do things
It's time to go to the circle.
There is time to get up and pour out of the trunk
Rosu, accumulated in the morning.
There is a time to fly - and this time has come.
The sunset fell, the flowers and the stars - in the mud.
So straighten out, "Pegasus," its steel wing,
So take us away, take me away!


Hold on, the machinist!
Give a farewell smile to the sleepers.
Only to live until dawn,
Only to hold out until dawn.
Hold on to the machinist.
And our fairy tale will return to the beginning.
Oh, what a sad sky ...
Oh, what a black sky ...
Hold on, the machinist!

In the knapsack, a flare of wood flashed.
In his hands is a black shovel with coal.
Below - a morose coma of an abandoned Earth,
Asymmetric and rounded.
He could not be saved any more. Which year in a row
A bad night flies over him.
His radar lies, his anti-aircraft gunmen are asleep,
No one can help him.

Under the white feather!
The rainbow over the rods is winding.
Only to live until dawn,
Only to hold out till dawn -
Under the white feather!
The bougies are smoldering, but half the sky is behind us!
Oh, what a sad sky ...
Oh, what a black sky ...
Under the white feather!

I too will become great and I will return back,
From the footboard I jump off the gray walls.
I'll go to the old railway station, which I knew by heart,
And now I forgot not quite.
And at noon the lips will remember the outlines of the notes -
Once a hard lesson was learned!
And the flute will smile, and, stumbling, singing
Tight motif of railways.

Hold on, the machinist!
You are involved in a global process.
Only to live until dawn,
Only to hold out till dawn,
Hold on, the machinist!
And forgive your ridiculous princess
A look into such a sad sky,
Crying in such a black sky ...
Hold on, the machinist!