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  • Текст песни Евгений Чернонос - Номерной вагон бежит-качается

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    Номерной вагон бежит качается,
    Я гоню состав под оборот.
    Смена ровно в 3 часа кончается,
    А народ в вагон и прет, и прет.

    Осторожно, двери закрываются,
    Нет же, надо влезть и их держать.
    Я и каркнул "Поезд отправляется,
    Двери отпустите вашу мать"!

    Припев:
    Серою скатертью, темный путь стелиться,
    Стены бетонные, сумрак впереди.
    Но точно знаю я, все переменится,
    За перегонами свет в конце пути.

    Еду с пол минутным опозданием,
    Сзади всех диспетчер тормозит.
    Знаю что час-пик не оправдание,
    Для того кто всем руководит.

    Вот меня проши под напряжением,
    Тупо на инструктора гляжу.
    Говорю "Я ж не сорвал движение,
    Ну прости хреново я вожу"

    Припев

    Но инструктор дядька понимающий,
    По началу он меня послал.
    А потом не брошу блин товарища,
    Как я с ним полгода откатал.

    Проплывает станция с колоннами,
    Старый поезд набирает ход.
    И гоняя под землей с вагонами,
    Я здесь отработал целый год.

    Types of carriage runs fro
    I drive a part of the turnover.
    Change at exactly 3:00 ends
    And the people in the car and rushing and rushing.

    Be careful, the doors are closing,
    No, we must get into and hold them.
    I croaked & quot; train departs,
    Door release your mother & quot ;!

    Chorus:
    Brimstone tablecloth travel along a dark path,
    The walls are concrete, dusk ahead.
    But I know, everything will change,
    During distillation light at the end.

    Meals with a half minutes late,
    Behind all the brake controller.
    I know that the rush hour is not an excuse,
    For all who are led by.

    Here I beg energized
    I looked blankly at the instructor.
    I say & quot; I'm not ripped movement
    Well, just sucks I drive & quot;

    Chorus

    But the instructor guy understands
    In the beginning he sent me.
    And then I will not give damn friend,
    As I skated with him for six months.

    Floats station with columns
    Old train picks up speed.
    And chasing underground with cars,
    I worked here for a year.

    License car runs swinging
    I chase the composition under the turn.
    Clear exactly at 3 o'clock ends,
    And people in the car and rushing, and rushing.

    Attention, the doors are closing,
    No, you have to get to get and keep them.
    I drew "the train goes,
    Doors release your mother "!

    Chorus:
    Gray tablecloth, dark path to stew,
    Concrete walls, dusura ahead.
    But I know exactly what I will change everything,
    For distillation light at the end of the way.

    Food with a half-minute delay,
    Behind all dispatcher slows down.
    I know that the rush hour is not justification,
    For the one who leads everything.

    Here I'm not stressful
    Study looking at the instructor.
    I say "I did not break the movement,
    Well, forgive Krenovo I drive "

    Chorus

    But the instructor of the uncle understands
    At first he sent me.
    And then I will not bother damn comrade,
    How I celebrated half a year with him.

    Floats station with columns,
    Old train picks up.
    And chasing underground with cars,
    I worked here for a whole year.

    Types of Carriage Runs Fr
    I Drive a Part of the Turnover.
    CHANGE AT EXACTLY 3 PM ENDS
    And The People in The Car and Rushing and Rushing.

    Be Careful, The Doors Are Closing,
    No, We Must Get Into and Hold Them.
    I Crooked & Quot; Train Departs,
    Door Release Your Mother & quot;!

    Chorus:
    Brimstone TableCloth Travel Along A Dark Path,
    The Walls Are Concrete, Dusk Ahead.
    But I Know, Everything Will Change,
    DURING DISTILLATION LIGHT AT THE END.

    Meals with a Half Minutes Late
    BEHIND ALL THE BRAKE CONTROLLER.
    I know the Rush Hour Is Not An Excuse,
    For all Who Are Led By.

    HERE I Beg Energized
    I LOOKED BLANKLY AT THE INSTRUCTOR.
    I say & quot; I'm not Ripped Movement
    WELL, JUST SUCKS I DRIVE & QUOT;

    Chorus.

    But The Instructor Guy Understands
    In The Beginning He Sent Me.
    And then i Will Not Give Damn Friend,
    AS I SKATED WITH HIM FOR SIX MONTHS.

    Floats Station With Columns
    Old Train Picks Up Speed.
    And chasing underground with cash
    I WORKED HERE FOR A YEAR.

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