Текст песни Оргия Праведников - Туркестанский экспресс

And so I left the house, having mastered the science of looking.
I looked at my city and the city was dim as Death.
Everything changed while I was learning to read the names ...
Another's sky, foreign roads, a foreign country.

And I threw a coin, saying to myself "Evil and good."
The coin got up cheerfully three times in a row ...
I checked the pockets - a knife, matches and a map of heaven,
And behind the lining - a reserved ticket for the Turkestan express.

The station was at first full, and by nightfall it was completely deserted.
And I forgot to find out how much they take for bed now ...
And a dead voice, like a trapped angel, rushed about in the doorway
And he spoke of unnecessary arrows, platforms, ways ...

I bought cigarettes and, afterwards, in the cupboard wine.
And a half-drunk barman asked me, looking out the window
"Listen, my dear, do you really know what you're doing here?"
And I said "Follower, I'm waiting for the Turkestan Express."

The last this year is the Turkestan Express.

The train was on and I found my ninth car.
And the guide asked for documents, and it was He!
He was surprised: the green form, what to look at?
And I said "My lord, I'm here, I'm not afraid to die!"

I left, and switched on when passing Ufa.
To me, some kind of asshole all explained what kung fu is ...
And from the top shelf said, "Better is a good bleed."
And I thought: I still got into the Turkestan express!

The last this year is the Turkestan Express.

And under the cooled titanium glass rumbled like a chain,
Behind the crimson window began a great steppe.
And the guide came up and told me "Maybe you're right.
If so - then keep close, I'm leaving the squad! "

And I do not remember the jump ... I remember only the blow on the sand.
Then he was in the mud, I limped and we walked to the east.
Then he sat down on the grass beside the rusty, abandoned rails.
And he said: "We'll wait." Here is the Turkestan express. "

Perhaps the first for a century. For all this century ...

He first jumped on the buffer, I hung on some pins
And someone went out to smoke - I was dragged into the car on my hands.
They told me "Relax, you will live!" Lupi from the throat. "
She was two steps away, but this time she could not do anything ...

Then they clung to the postal, then drove through Ufa.
And I left, and switched on, and the train rolled into Moscow.
I looked at my city and the city was new, alive.
And someone quietly said "It turned out." And you look, it turned out! "

Well, with the return home!
Turkestan fugitive, with a return home!