Lyrics Александр Калистратов - Мотовоз

There is a lot of sun and warmth here
Around one dry steppe
Here cities dream at night
Home from work in the evening
Fatigue with heaviness in the temples
Quarreled with my wife yesterday
Something is wrong with the authorities

And in the morning again the train truck
We'll be lucky to the sound of wheels
Laborers land
Cooking ships into Space ...

Let the loud words speak
And I believe them how to be
After all, if you don't believe then
Why live in this world
Here like Noah's that ark
From all over Russia gathered
White snow dreams here at night
And the cities where they were born

And in the morning again the Motovoz
We'll be lucky to the sound of wheels
Laborers land
Cooking ships into space ..

We are recognized by our tan
On that native land
and you meet your mother
Once a year and maybe in a dream
And at forty-five is already the limit ...
At least fifty
You sat a lot
Friends say when they meet

But in the morning the train again
we will be lucky to the sound of wheels
Laborers land
Cooking ships into space

The climate here is only for men
Native mirror lies everything
Let more wrinkles on the face
I can't see them all will pass
Son has a prom again
Where to go no problem
Once you wanted to, come with me
Follow dear trail in trail

And in the morning again the train truck
You will be lucky to the sound of wheels
Laborers land
We launch ships into space