Текст песни Юта Валес - в поезде

Year ( inaudible) , early autumn ,
dust, stuffiness , rattling reserved seat
fast train to Feodosia .
Sunken cheeks and chest flat

throat pulls conductor cars:
"Soon the border , to get a passport !"
(and do not get it - the embankment , in a column ,
styt and ready to lasso the larynx ) .

These hours of waiting , insomnia,
children's cries , chewing mouths
to endure , and then - the sun
and the Black Sea waves and - you .