Текст песни Flёur - А поезд идет

On the deserted steppe shadows lie
Roots move under the earth
Night animals, looking for food, scour
Drops of fog pacing the leaves

Night follows from crevices and depressions
The light in the dark becomes merciless
The clouds are staring fixedly in the distance
On their reflections in the river

And the train goes, and the iron sings
Knows only a couple of notes of iron
Waking to shivers, depriving me of peace
Under the iron skin beats the heart alive

Forward We fly over the bridge over the water surface
And somewhere lie his older brothers
Their rusty carcasses are scrapped scrap
Their doors are open in the cry of the dumb

Pain does not feel lizard iron
But his monotonous song is melancholy -
Towards the trees, towards the fog,
So far, I will not be useless

The train is going, and the iron is singing
Knows only a couple of notes of iron
Waking to shivers, depriving me of peace
Under the iron skin beats the heart alive
Forward - flies and sings

Destroying the dew, turned into ice
And the words of this song are written in red
In the sunset, and have recently gone out Closing my eyes, I sing along with the wheels
Where I wake up tomorrow is always early autumn

And my garden bent close to the water,
Leaves dropping and fruits
I run to the house, it turns black in the fog
Empty, seashell covered with seashells
All in the scars from the sea of ​​flowing rivers
I'm Escaping

And the train goes, and the iron sings
Knows only a couple of notes of iron
Waking to shivers, depriving me of peace
Under the iron skin beats the heart alive

Forward - flies and sings
Churning dew, turned into ice
And the words of this song are written in red
In the sunset the sky was recently extinguished