Текст песни В. Аксенов - Станция Мечта
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В этот вечер, где-то в десять снова я завис.
Коромыслом в небе месяц молодой повис.
И меня искать не стоит, не гони во двор.
Колыхнул и что-то вспомнил, с малых до сих пор.
Помню, матушка сказала: "Вот локомотив,
Что умела, всё отдала, но надо уходить,
Ты из тех, кто не расстроен, и с утра умыт,
Может быть не ладно скроен, но как крепко сшит".
Припев:
Колёса бьют речитатив, мой состав всё мчит и мчит.
С добрым, сильным и больным - багажом моим.
Колёса бьют речитатив, бегут, летят вагончики.
А мне найти бы те места, где станция "Мечта".
Пролетал я, беспокоясь, веси, города.
Кто со мною прыгнул в поезд, кто в зале.
И мелькали только лица, да туман густой.
Нужно было торопиться, пока прогон пустой.
Ты смотри, какая встреча, ты или не ты.
Помнишь, как зажгли мы свечи, мне было по пути.
Но неужель меня не помнишь, прости, наверно был я пьян.
Впрочем, как не поволнуешь этот океан.
Поезд мой быть может скромный - тяга на пару.
Но зато, какой надёжный, проверен на ходу.
И пусть порой мы прозябали на запасном пути,
Но и стоя мы не ждали, били костыли.
Не жалел о том что было, руки износил.
Туча шла, дождём умыла, и вроде я забыл.
И летит вот с этой ношей, быстрый эшелон.
Извини, угля подброшу, а после допоём.
This evening, somewhere at ten I again hung.
In the sky, a young man hung in the sky for a month.
And I should not be looking for, do not drive into the yard.
Screamed and remembered something, from small so far.
I remember, my mother said: "Here is the locomotive,
What I did, I gave everything away, but I must leave,
You are one of those who are not upset, and in the morning they are washed,
Maybe it's not all right, but how tightly sewn. "
Chorus:
Wheels beat recitative, my composition all rushes and rushes.
With the good, the strong and the sick - my baggage.
Wheels beat the recitative, run, the trains are flying.
And I would have found the places where the station "Dream".
I flew, worrying, scales, cities.
Who with me jumped on the train, who is in the hall.
And only the faces flashed and the fog thick.
It was necessary to hurry, while the run was empty.
You see what a meeting, you or not you.
Remember how we lit the candles, I was on the way.
But neuzhele I do not remember, I'm sorry, I must have been drunk.
However, if you do not worry about this ocean.
My train can be modest - pulling a couple.
But, what a reliable, tested on the go.
And even if sometimes we were on the sidelines,
But we did not wait for standing, we beat crutches.
He did not regret about what was, worn his hands.
The cloud went, washed the rain, and like I forgot.
And here flies with this burden, the fastest train.
I'm sorry, I'll throw the coal, but after the dope.
In the sky, a young man hung in the sky for a month.
And I should not be looking for, do not drive into the yard.
Screamed and remembered something, from small so far.
I remember, my mother said: "Here is the locomotive,
What I did, I gave everything away, but I must leave,
You are one of those who are not upset, and in the morning they are washed,
Maybe it's not all right, but how tightly sewn. "
Chorus:
Wheels beat recitative, my composition all rushes and rushes.
With the good, the strong and the sick - my baggage.
Wheels beat the recitative, run, the trains are flying.
And I would have found the places where the station "Dream".
I flew, worrying, scales, cities.
Who with me jumped on the train, who is in the hall.
And only the faces flashed and the fog thick.
It was necessary to hurry, while the run was empty.
You see what a meeting, you or not you.
Remember how we lit the candles, I was on the way.
But neuzhele I do not remember, I'm sorry, I must have been drunk.
However, if you do not worry about this ocean.
My train can be modest - pulling a couple.
But, what a reliable, tested on the go.
And even if sometimes we were on the sidelines,
But we did not wait for standing, we beat crutches.
He did not regret about what was, worn his hands.
The cloud went, washed the rain, and like I forgot.
And here flies with this burden, the fastest train.
I'm sorry, I'll throw the coal, but after the dope.