Игорь Ильин - Поездка
текст песни

A train rushes for all pairs,
Wheels are twisted by a steam locomotive.
And the forest is a resin and a needler circle,
And the slope of birch has grown.

And the path runs, stretch the poles,
And trembling curls of the controller,
And the air is made wider
From Gary, lung on the slope.

The cylinder and the piston are raised,
The nuts of the connecting rod flashing
And a shadow sails a kite
Along the rail cloth.

The car emits sighs
In smoke, like in a hat, slap,
And the forest, as in the king of peas,
As in previous eras,
Not noticing the turmoil,
It stands and dozing to this day.

And somewhere, somewhere in the city
In the distance, loom, as it happened,
Where in the evenings tired
Drive to the old station
New arrived trains.

Passengers there in a crowd
Flow from the station yard,
Paths, watchmen, cashiers,
Conductors, conductor.

Here it is with the secrecy of the pure
The bend went beyond the streets,
Rushing stone cubes
Blocks lying on each other
Posters, niches, roofs, pipes,
Hotels, theaters, clubs,
Boulevards, squares, swims of lip,
Yards, gates, numbers,
Entrances, stairs, apartments,
Where is the game all passions
In the name of alteration of the world.