Текст песни Саранча - Поезда

Those trains that take away musicians
It flies like an arrow into the distance.
They give rise to start
And leave the mourners grief.

They are driven to where waiting for victory
Where sense is to translate into reality the dream.
Where flared pants and shoes on his feet shod
Railway, as the line of destiny you.

Those trains that take away musicians
It flies like an arrow into the distance.
They give rise to start
And leave the mourners grief.

Oh, our sun and our sky
We have to have to fly away Bole sorry
Eyes beautiful tie-chained wild-eyed body
I'll see thee, the city, do not be sad.

Those trains that take away musicians
It flies like an arrow into the distance.
They give rise to start
And leave the mourners grief.