Текст песни Машина Времени - И каждый пошел своею дорогой, А поезд пошел своей

Carriage disputes - the last thing,
And porridge of them to cook.
But the train is in the dark box,
And pulls talk.

And the two agreed not to fear,
And the conscience - the wheels drove sleep.
One said: Our life - a train.
Another said: apron.

One stated: On our way clear,
Another objection: not to fat.
One said, well, we - machinists,
Others said the passengers.

One said: We are free - the award:
We train, where to lead.
Another says: no need to configure.
How to get in it, so, and come down.

A first shouted: We opened the road
For many, many years.
Second answer: Not so much -
It's all in the price of the ticket.

A first shouted: Where want to go
And we can, if necessary, turn.
The second answer, that the train will travel
Only where the paved road.

Both have gone somewhere near Taganrog
Among the endless fields.
And each went their own way,
The train went on his