Song: Trains

By plane, by train, on foot, hitchhiking,
We all sooner or later leave home.
In order for him to somehow fill the void
On the way from Kaliningrad to Vladivostok.

What happens if I press the brake
Right here and go, hiding in the bushes
To build a hut in the unexplored wild places
Eat currants, to escort trains?

Everything I've got, will fit in a single suitcase:
A few old t-shirts, player and a magnet on the memory
About mistakes, unfulfilled dreams,
And really useful there is none!