Текст песни Букинист - Неверный рейс

Collected zhrachka, stowed luggage
I embark on the road all alone.
Thirteen cars and crew
Come to the platform number one.

And I wanted to go to the south,
But the train has driven the north-west.
I picked the wrong flight
And stupidly look at the route map.

Beer and fish on my side,
A vodka and cards get a neighbor
He helicopter pilot from Alma-Ata;
Eden, thumps, and the train is flying.

I would like to go to the coupe,
But forced to go to the train reserved seat,
I picked the wrong flight
And stupidly look at the route map.

At night there was a terrible blow,
Crashing his head against the window.
The clank of metal, explosions, fire,
In general, as usual in a terrible movie.

I wanted to lie on the hot beach,
But wallowing in the muddy grass,
Somewhere to the right burning remains of the composition,
Zashibis I went to the south of the pancake!