Александр Маршал на стихи Сергея Ефимова - Сон в Урале
текст песни

Urals Urals, crawling uphill,
They are about to boil brains with motors.
Military fate, nomadic wagon ...
For many years in a row.

And I catch moments and moments,
In which life will please again.
After all, the ray of the sun is even under a tarp
I manage to convey your hello to me.

Dust hung, eating eagerly into the skin,
And trembling sides from head to toe.
And it seems - it is impossible to fall asleep here,
But, tired, my brothers are sleeping.

And the ray jumps on the trunks and faces,
The noses tickles, gets in the beard ...
With your back to the sides sometimes it sleeps so sweetly,
How we never sleep anywhere.

What is in the head of the wise men from the headquarters,
In what fornication are we going this time?
Ural swallows holes and bumps,
Normal roads are not for us.

And on the forend of the strained hands,
The officer’s sleep is a bit, a nonsense.
Suddenly the bad sounds burst into it,
What to do - the body knows the bike.

But let the solariums with the exhaust today
Will let go of the load of tiredness of anxiety.
Rumble hard workers, faithful "Urals",
On the serpentine of life roads.

© Sergey Efimov