Транссибирская магистраль

As on the lake taiga roared deer,
As for clearing the forest hoopoe cried .
Planes do not fly to my country ,
A Siberian expanses not for trains !
At the station serves rashristanny composition
And, as usual , catch & quot; & quot ;, Stolypin
And the cars in Russia Since the dawn , as of old ,
There is always someone to sleep and even have a drink with someone !

Conductor friends with beer and with a broom ,
Do not allow to sleep easy polustanki her.
Nesuny turned into peddlers ,
Overwhelmed with all the coupe & quot; & quot ;. Samobranka

And the whole country is swarming with foreigners,
A tsereushniki walk in black ,
After all, the secret factories at stations
In the drawings in women herring wrapped .

Entertained with anecdotes country ,
Only strange , something about them not Yeltsin.
& quot; The Russian , you know , working,
And all the miners we sit on rails ! & Quot;

And we stand in the middle of Eurasia,
Belyashi chew , sick stomach.
What are you, force us, evil , evil eye ?
Why do you have to us so insensitive ?
Looked to the seventh best , old,
It turned out to you to help us fast.
Returns to Mamani from the army ,
Young shoots unreasonable .

I stand alone in a smoky vestibule ,
In melancholy gray dyed .
And on the platform lieutenant chews hamburger -
Well, cutlet , then with bread , in our opinion !

As on the lake taiga roared deer,
As for clearing the forest hoopoe cried .
Planes do not fly to my country ,
A Siberian expanses not for trains !