ShaQ MC - В зале ожидания - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

So,

We…

In the waiting room, calmly, the air is fresh here,

Any visitor will find a place in this place,

Even the one who is not local

And in general, at least traveling

Who froze in the cold, and just came to warm up,

Tired people stand for tickets to the cashier,

Hidden under the guise

The turn flows, the mass of the people moves along it,

In the window of sucking money and a passport,

There is a jelly or xiva with a red cover,

They are not in vain

Receive a ticket to the railway transport in response,

The child is sitting with his feet on the floor, blowing

Someone is sleeping, someone from a hangover is sausage,

Someone reads a newspaper, someone considers finances,

In general, the contingent is different here.

It is not washed, dirty, it is contagious.

The guard scans the hall squinting at the right and left eye,

Looking for suspicious and especially dangerous, different.

When the metal detector flashes the indicator bright red,

At the same time, making the sound ugly.

The train landing begins with irony in the voice,

Everyone will get up and even a driver in a waiting train,

Bundle intermittently, the dispatcher will ask everyone to be attentive and careful,

Having warned all passengers to move to the place of landing on the platform of the platform,

And slowly occupy places in empty wagons of a huge composition,

The principle saw the village, that is, to sit anywhere

But I have nowhere to go, I did not find my passing direction, everything is somehow wrong and I have nowhere to continue moving, I don’t even understand it early or late, it is too much,

Something to choose, change, look for a place in the sun,

Completely in vain. Behind the window, everything is covered with snow with white,

Miriads of particles are laid on the ground with flakes,

Covering a dirty gray globe with a white blanket,

And somewhere there is no snow at all,

And people do not know frost

After all, not everywhere the climate is like in Siberia and Irkutsk

Where he went outside and froze from the frost of Russians,

Buses and even passers -by go on the covered of the zealous asphalt of the road,

Somewhere in a hurry, who and where and where,

And I'll wait a little more, 2-3 minutes

Without a doubt in the soul with a pure sense of conscience,

And I will buy a ticket in the reserved seat by starting the preface of a new story.

Run away from yourself in an unknown direction,

At the station, the station, people stomp, clap doors,

In the car, they are drowned so that the windows sweat. Believe me, if I went at least once, the same opinion

There are enough impressions and a fresh wind in the tower, does not blow at all and does not drive a cold inside,

How did the ancestors say? I don’t remember anymore ... I think so ...

The heat of bones does not break.

Everyone here echoes it, eloquence, mass,

Outside the city, the city, pastel, mattresses,

If you were at least a student, at least a gangster is at least a gang

And the Russian Russian Railways is the safest transport.

2 times =>

Knock on the rails of the wheel Tuk tuk tuk

In the pocket not Pesa master cards you are my friend

To the stars to calculate the path help me Yandex

On orientation two find me google meps

Knock on the rails of the wheel Tuk tuk tuk

In the pocket not Pesa master cards you are my friend

Send the news home my MTS

On orientation two find me google meps