Текст песни Пилот - Пешком по шпалам

On the roads thirsty
On the roads thirsty heat
I step lightly,
Sent to the death with a backpack.
And the sound of the wheels plays the old blues
According to the sleepers by notes.

For wine and music
It passes quickly my life
And the butterflies fly
Over a glass of vodka traffic
Blinking his eyes obkurennym pupil
Changing Color

Walking along the tracks to the south (3p)
Where is the sun, sea, air,
Beer, vodka, women and the moon.

Rummaged through his pockets
Cherished steward and a ticket,
On the ground rides
Empty mug and biscuit
And the creaking of brakes pressed
Erases rusty house

Walking along the tracks to the south (3p)
Where is the sun, sea, air,
Beer, vodka, women and the moon.