Текст песни Белая гвардия - Дорожный блюз

Here is the evening again.
I put on my coat.
It's starting to rain,
We sit in the car.
On washed glass
The maple leaves tremble;
You zhmesh on the pedal -
And the road runs.
Floating lights
Tired of storefronts,
Lanterns along the river,
Headlights of oncoming cars;
We walk through the fog
On your ship,
And he considers the device
Our days are on earth.

A traffic light winked;
We stand at the bridge;
Under the bridge in a half-sleep
The water is silver.
The bridge bent to the river,
She says something to her;
Both have such
Enchanted view.
Relying on a cane,
The old station smokes;
He's here all day
I saw the trains off.
Midnight composition
Five minutes left.
The old station smokes,
And he feels good.

A traffic light winked;
You press the pedal;
Your car
So it looks like a piano;
You play by ear,
Relying on the taste;
You zhmesh on the pedal -
He plays his blues.
Floating lights
Unknown planets.
You are such a virtuoso,
There is no better music!
The rain knocks on the glass,
Echoing the rustle of tires ...
A life!..
A life!