Distant lodge


It is part of the composition,
Year after year rolls
At forty-two
junction forest
an old man lives.

He has long lived in the lodge,
More recently, he became a saddle.
The sons he raised up,
grandchildren taught
During these forty years.

Chorus:
Outermost track,
Train Fly, fly!
quiet lodge
At the edge of the path.

In the evening the old lineman
It goes on rails knocks.
At joints of steel
He sees the two,
One he runs to them.

He puts his hammer,
Wave heaving chest,
Let the life he gives,
But do not give
The enemy to destroy the way!

Chorus.

But deeds are never
Native country forgotten.
Hey, the train, fly!
To the People's Commissar of the way went our hero.

His traveling on long-haul
Meet like his father.
It is high and straight,
But woeful scar
It runs along the face.

Chorus.

It is part of the composition of
Jags running shadow.
lineman again
The cars meet
It comes out every day.

As the sun shines Order
He is an old man with a hammer.
You see him, you know him -
Makhno his handkerchief!

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