Mind the doors, please
Suburban electric train will sing,
And we’ll go, yes, we’ll go
to Moscow suburbs with a ding.
like in autumn crimson bright,
like in winter pure white,
like in summer and in spring
demi-season fling!
In the aisle ticket controllers roam,
here are young and old,
Musicians and trolls and all,
all of them running home.
like in autumn crimson bright,
like in winter pure white,
like in summer and in spring
demi-season fling!
We will rush, we will dash
Into April far away,
With no reason we will crush
Into snowstorm where we stay.
like in autumn crimson bright,
like in winter pure white,
like in summer and in spring
demi-season fling!
Cranes are flying, flying far,
Time will give us one more hour at least,
And you see a fairy town,
Train is dashing
Train is rushing,
To the east.
like in autumn crimson bright,
like in winter pure white,
like in summer and in spring
demi-season fling!
Everybody runs to Moscow, Moscow, dear
In electric train and shout,
«Have you taken carrots out?»
«Yes, I have them clean and clear»
like in autumn crimson bright,
like in winter pure white,
like in summer and in spring
demi-seasonfling!