Lyrics Трилистник - Поезд

Here comes, my train goes,
Gray-haired swindler leads
And he sings, sings a song ...

The car moves, the wheels crawl,
And the passengers at the station are waiting,
They sing and sing a song ...

Tickets are sold, seats are no more,
But I do not leave the buffet,
I sing, I sing a song ...

The plates are clean, the glasses are light,
I leave a strange village,
I sing, I sing a song ...

I did not take a backpack or a knapsack,
In the pockets - the wind, powerless metal,
I sing, I sing a song ...

We must go, - so they say,
Anywhere-even though it's forward, even backward,
Well, sing, sing a song ...

Where is my car, where is the chair, where is the row,
I trudge for days on end,
And I sing, I sing a song ...

"Merry Roger" hovers to the left,
To the right of sobriety the Angel flies,
They sing and sing a song ...

And who knows who will come,
The one who takes my soul,
And he will sing, sing a song ...

"The earth is cracking like an empty nut ..."
As you are like everyone else, you are not the best,
So sing, sing the song ...

Do not whine, do not hide your eyes,
The depot left all the brakes,
We sing, we sing a song ...

Composition does not go, it lies like a shell,
Following us, Roger and Angel look,
And they sing, sullenly sing ...

Take Gideon Bible, open page one ...
For a long time the captain has thrown the helm,
And he sings, sings a song ...

Friends in the kitchen, stars in the window,
Well, this life suits me perfectly,
I sing, I sing a song ...

The soul at the body, the head at the shoulders,
The flame does not cool down in the eyes,
I sing, I sing a song ...

There are so many problems, they are difficult to solve,
And life is short, there is no time to wait,
Only sing, sing a song ...

And know, my train is taking me,
From the paws of Morpheus and again into the fire,
To sing, sing a song ...