Эдуард Хиль - Старый паровоз
текст песни

Will it seem to you prose
That in the century when we are all in a hurry,
I suddenly remembered the steam locomotives
As if there are no other cars!

He stands at a dead end, rusty,
The past is the iron horse,
Until he warms him in the cold
A torn fire from the furnace.

Chorus:
Old, old steam locomotive!
Remember, you widen me somewhere,
On steep upsurges, you puffed, puffed,
Red wheels turned!

But in the commune stop
She was a motto in those years.
- You give Irkutsk! Give you Kakhovka! -
Trains shouted with us.

At least he did not stand on the repair,
Steel patches on it cannot be counted:
He fought, like everyone else, at the front,
And he has merits.

Chorus.

Speed is required today,
The price of a minute is high.
And therefore an electric train
Flies through the winds and snow!

And the steam locomotives remain
But they are in no hurry and do not buzz.
The haze of cooled pipes do not curl
But only the memory of the birch ...

Chorus.