The Moscow-Vladivostok train runs along the rails,
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The second day I'm going, and the path is still far.
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Tired of leafing through newspapers, tired of looking out the window,
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There is only one salvation in the dining car.
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In the dining car, to the rhythmic sound of wheels,
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An issue that is always easily resolved.
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Road food is tastier under a glass,
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There is a special environment in the dining car.
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The car is rocking, rocking, rocking
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On the road, different fellow travelers meet.
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Your table is on the right, by the window,
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And I am alone, and you are alone,
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And that means everything is just beginning
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Your table is on the right, by the window,
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And I am alone, and you are alone,
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And that means everything is just beginning
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Knock, knock the wheels on the rails: knock knock knock.
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Here someone whiles away his temporary leisure,
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A cheerful company is sitting at the table,
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Such a short time will cost a pretty penny.
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And someone is slowly eating a modest dinner,
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There are no empty seats in the dining car.
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Someone to Irkutsk, someone to Armavir,
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There is always a transit passenger going somewhere.
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The car is rocking, rocking, rocking
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On the road, different fellow travelers meet.
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Your table is on the right, by the window,
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And I am alone, and you are alone,
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And that means everything is just beginning
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Your table is on the right, by the window,
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And I am alone, and you are alone,
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And that means everything is just beginning
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On the road, like threads, the paths intertwined,
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And you can suddenly find your love.
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The Moscow-Vladivostok train runs along the rails,
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In the dining car, the journey is not so far.
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The car is rocking, rocking, rocking
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On the road, different fellow travelers meet.
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Your table is on the right, by the window,
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And I am alone, and you are alone,
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And that means everything is just beginning
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Your table is on the right, by the window,
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And I am alone, and you are alone,
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And that means everything is just beginning |