Текст песни Krec - сон

The servant asks to leave the car,
Fights are fading, leaving to go back,
It's been so long,
Night lights on the platforms lights,
They take away the tales of wise men,
In the eyes of fire,
After all, he talks about her,
Front legends,
Let's go to the lobby, smoke,
Breathing tobacco in the morning, very early,
Morning for the sound of wheels,
Night under the clatter of wheels,
And then some kind of sadness,
Almost to tears, no!
I believe in the best,
It is not far off,
After setting up the hermitage,
The trains are melting in the fog,
Face glasses play with highlights,
Get up old man,
Soon Novgorod will be great!
Hello father, where are you going?
Tell me how to live on the precipice in the rye ..
Under the clatter of the wheels, the guitars whisper to me ...
Winter, winter ...
Do not fall into captivity!
Look, in the darkness lights flash,
Do not confuse,
Here are the good waves of the kitchen,
And those burning eyes rush into the darkness,
On either side, the white houses are in smoke,
In them live the last days,
Those who did not have time to rebuild their world,
I will remember you ...

Sleep for the sound of wheels,
Hey, brood, wake up,
The guide brought the tea,
Something mumbles to himself
Gray-haired old man,
Grumbling dog, ask
Does he have any cigarettes,
In the tambour blow,
Then think,
Today, we have one goal with you - Time to kill
Eternal pursuits, one after the other cars,
People for years with their feet flanked platforms,
On the black sky the stars,
Milky Way,
Good buzz, I can not fall asleep,
We are left to the end quite a bit,
Quite a bit, a couple of hours and we are at home,
And outside the window are already familiar areas,
Squeak of brakes,
Wet asphalt apron,
The clock is exactly midnight,
Time to say good-bye,
Good luck, and God help you ...

My dream for the sound of wheels,
Quietly carried bright colors,
In the sea of ​​dreams,
Do not have words on the shelves next door,
We look for one answer, one question ...

On slippery rails along the towns of the outskirts,
Concrete jungle,
The sound of trains, dreams of paradise,
Under the clatter of wheels, hearts,
The buzz of wires, the singing of birds,
Breath of factories,
My dream carried me somewhere far away,
Heavenly tears, sorrow over the glasses,
The wind shook the trees around my world is trampled ...
My world is desiccated,
The snow melted days,
The conductors wore tea,
Bright lights beckoned, do not be bored,
I remembered my father, my mother,
For God's sake, everyone who did not throw stones after them ...
And those fill the love air,
I slightly opened the window,
And the people around are silent,
And in anticipation, it's not too late,
Hearts pounded ...

My dream for the sound of wheels,
Quietly carried bright colors,
In the sea of ​​dreams,
Do not have words on the shelves next door,
We look for one answer, one question.