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There is a time to sleep and time to do things.
There are times to go in a circle.
There is a time to stand up and pour out of the barrel
Rosa, accumulated by the morning.
There are times to fly - and that time has come.
Fell sunset, flowers and stars - in the mud.
So Spreads, Pegasus, its steel wing,
It also took us, took!
Chorus:
Hold on, driver!
Throw a farewell smile on the sleeper.
Just to survive until dawn,
Just hold out until dawn.
Hold the driver.
And our fairy tale return to the beginning.
Oh, what a sad sky ...
Oh, what a black sky ...
Hold on, driver!
The knapsack bright wooden flute glare.
In his hands black with coal shovel.
Below - a sullen lump off the ground,
Asymmetric and rounded.
It can not be saved. That year in a row
bad night fly over it.
His radar lie, its anti-aircraft gunners are sleeping,
He is no one to help.
Chorus:
Under the white feather!
Sweeps rainbow over the rods.
Just to survive until dawn,
Just hold out until dawn -
Under the white feather!
Bushes smolder, but half the sky - us!
Oh, what a sad sky ...
Oh, what a black sky ...
Under the white feather!
I'm too big, and I'm back back,
With footboard jump off the gray walls.
I go to the old train station, which he knew by heart,
Yes, and now I am not quite forgotten.
And at noon lips remember outline notes -
Once there was a hard lesson learned by rote!
And he smiles flute, and, stumbling, sing
Tight motive railways.
Chorus:
Hold on, driver!
You participate in the global process.
Just to survive until dawn,
Just hold out until dawn,
Hold on, driver!
And forgive his absurd princess
Looking at such a sad sky
Crying in a black sky ...
Hold on, driver!
