Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Под стук колёс

Under the sound of the wheels read your letters,
And outside running away trees.
Whistles horn at the driver,
Playing on my sorrow.

Whistles horn at the driver,
Playing on my sorrow.

At that time I takes time
And you used to, you sit and wait.
And you're blowin 'your burden
And the track bake.

And you're blowin 'your burden
And the track bake.

How far are we in this noisy world,
And where - that on the fourth floor
You sit in a small apartment,
And remember me.

You sit in a small apartment,
And remember me

Gulls conductor brings a dull,
On coasters locomotive.
And beat the wheel that has the strength,
Tap dance in the opponent's motive.

And beat the wheel that has the strength,
Tap dance in the opponent's motive.

Moscow railway station, meet on the platform
My friends, they have to do.
And I leave it in the car
Scraps of your letter.

And I leave it in the car
Scraps of your letter.