Александр Галич - Поезд
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Train

Memory of S.M. Mikholes

Not anger, nor censure
For a long time we have been blinking:
We greet the scoundrels
We bow to the policeman.

We do not rush into battle or search -
Everything is righteous, everything is sincere.
But remember - the train leaves!
Can you hear? The train leaves
Today and daily.

And we are balagamy, and we are Kurolem.
We are a flattery of enemies, like water from a well!
And somewhere on rails, on rails, on rails -
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels ...

Such a person is calm,
That without any efforts
It seems to us the path of the roundabout
The shortest of the distances.

Paid the insurance policy,
Prepares lunch of the princess ...
But remember - the train leaves,
Do you hear?! The train leaves
Today and daily.

We will squeeze the floor, we will hang the curtains,
So that our paradise - neither the edge, no demolition.
And somewhere on rails, on rails, on rails -
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels ...

From the speed of the century in sleepiness
We live alive, not meaningful ...
Conscience of conscience -
The most convenient of eccentricities!

And only sometimes under the heart
Caulnet is sad and angrily -
Our train goes to Auschwitz,
Our train goes to Auschwitz
Today and daily!

And how are our destinies - as if similar -
And to the mountain together, and together with the slope!
But forever - on rails, on the heart, on the skin -
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels!