Текст песни Алексей Кискачи - Дорожные страхи

road fears
                  Alex Kiskachi
In a compartment right behind the toilet
Comes to me the conductor,
Hastening to pierce it tickets
Stubble on his collar.
And he is skipping tea,
A bit of sugar with a happy way,
Flags clutching under his arm
And opening the door with his elbow.

Face it Bakuninskaya bomber,
The sadness on the brow of his sleep,
As if in his catacomb
Not coal, and dynamite,
As if under a black overcoat
Suicide letter to his wife:
"Goodbye, dear Lusha,
Do not cry, and forget about me.

That summer gives way to autumn
My fate - Icy days
And the angels of the Lord asked
Acts my excuse.
Oh, I like this ragged train,
Humiliated as not to offend,
Offended not destitute.
Aksinya, forget about me. "

"The stranger, the rider witted,
As far you are going the way,
And with the railway
You will not collapse.
I even felt sorry for
Thee for a moment - and all:
Today my lighter
Fire will spread the world. "

In a compartment adjacent to the outhouse
I sat there, neither alive nor dead.
Poles endless dotted line
In the rushing like hell.
And only the gendarme station
Puffing evil charcoal -
From Zurich, from exile
At home food in secret.

1996