Текст песни СЭ, Майя Кристалинская - Текстильный Городок

Moscow Region town
Linden yellow in a row.
sing along with the train
Weaving factory whistle.
nothing - our town
The population is as follows:
Unmarried weavers
The majority.

In the hostel girls hang photographs,
Dremlyut tape on guitars,
And chattering alarms.
But a good evening
He looked at the light
In our room maiden
Former Navy boy.

It turned out it itself -
He wrote me a letter ...
And the girls to new home
They gave us a mirror.
We are the factory together
In the morning we go next,
Whether can he with me,
Whether can I with him.

Photographs hang,
And chattering alarms,
But less than one guitar
It was in the girls room.
There are girls in the movie,
I know one girl:
Blow their guitars
They will have all the same.