Lyrics Д.Кустов сл.А.Бобков - Под стук колёс
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Скорый поезд бьёт копытом,
норовисто, басовито
ржёт, с ноздрей пуская пар,
ждут в вагонах доски нар…
Промелькнут столбы и лица,
прочь, из были в небылицу,
между будущим и прошлым
вид, несущийся в окошке…
Тух, ту-дух - колёс копыта,
То ли поезд, то ли пытка...
Путешествие сквозь время,
ногу вдев в подножки стремя,
стук колёс и сцепок лязг,
перезвон да перепляс…
Мчит состав по рельсам-струнам,
шпал лады - ступени втуне,
под протяжный вой гудка
рвётся хриплая тоска…
Тух, ту-дух - колёс копыта,
То ли поезд, то ли пытка...
Может так оно и надо,
всё вертеться с боку на бок,
места не найдя себе,
зуд да тело - дань судьбе?
Рельсы тянутся до неба,
тот перрон глаз ищет слепо,
где окончится движенье
нашим пунктом назначенья…
Тух, ту-дух - колёс копыта,
То ли поезд, то ли пытка...
(18 июня 2011 г.)
The fast train hits its hoof
furiously, basso
neighs, blowing steam from the nostrils,
waiting for planks in the carriages ...
Pillars and faces will flash
away, from were to fiction,
between future and past
the kind rushing through the window ...
Tuh, tu-spirit - hoof wheels,
Either train, or torture ...
Travel through time
putting a leg in the footboard stirrup,
the clatter of wheels and couplings clang,
chime and dance ...
The train rushes along the rails-strings,
sleepers frets - steps in vain,
to the lingering howl of a dial tone
a hoarse melancholy breaks ...
Tuh, tu-spirit - hoof wheels,
Either train, or torture ...
Maybe this is how it should be
everything turn from side to side,
not finding a place for myself,
itching and body - a tribute to fate?
The rails stretch to the sky
that platform of eyes seeks blindly,
where will the movement end
our destination ...
Tuh, tu-spirit - hoof wheels,
Either train, or torture ...
(June 18, 2011)
furiously, basso
neighs, blowing steam from the nostrils,
waiting for planks in the carriages ...
Pillars and faces will flash
away, from were to fiction,
between future and past
the kind rushing through the window ...
Tuh, tu-spirit - hoof wheels,
Either train, or torture ...
Travel through time
putting a leg in the footboard stirrup,
the clatter of wheels and couplings clang,
chime and dance ...
The train rushes along the rails-strings,
sleepers frets - steps in vain,
to the lingering howl of a dial tone
a hoarse melancholy breaks ...
Tuh, tu-spirit - hoof wheels,
Either train, or torture ...
Maybe this is how it should be
everything turn from side to side,
not finding a place for myself,
itching and body - a tribute to fate?
The rails stretch to the sky
that platform of eyes seeks blindly,
where will the movement end
our destination ...
Tuh, tu-spirit - hoof wheels,
Either train, or torture ...
(June 18, 2011)