Текст песни В. Высоцкий - Поезд в пустыне

I will remember, leave in my heart this evening -
Not a meeting with friends, not a festive table:
Today I myself am the most important dispatcher,
And the arrows today I myself translated.

And so send the compositions in the desert,
Where only the verakhans in the hot rays, -
My trains will not return empty,
While my oasis is not yet worn,
Not yet worn.

I'm departed, and even over the norm, -
I stand, I remember, squeezing the checkbox,
As a platform rushed past me
And rivers - with bridges that burned.

And so send the compositions in the desert,
Where heat and vegans in the hot rays -
My trains will not return empty,
While my oasis is not yet worn,
Not yet worn.

They will take me to the world without me -
I do not break hands, I don't cry outrigger, -
And I will not be imposed, other people's passengers,
I put on my train whom I want.

So, I send the compositions in the desert,
Where heat and vegans in the hot rays -
My trains will not return empty,
While my oasis is not yet worn,
Not yet worn.

Melted ice, kilometers and years -
My first makeup returned back, -
But he did not bring the precious breed,
But he - returned, and rails under it
displeased buzz.

Let's stand and slightly cool:
I see in the way you did not see the river
I myself did not go with you in the deserts -
And here my oasis killed sands, killed sands