A quick step - in milk, a sharp look - nowhere,
Every night went to meet trains,
In the folds of the dress, her wind rarely thundered,
Launched and sang, dance and noisy,
And on the rails flew through the year.
Ohh, you wait for the train home,
Will not wait for him never.
Sing, we control by iron boom,
Rassay the dream, fly aproat
You will ever scream "Wait!"
And you will be cleaned - where?
Scarlet thread on the map Road lay down,
Two hundred years later you, as before, waited,
Either Perron, nor trains, - quiet yes desert.
From you only shadow - radiant blue,
You forgot to have long been who was.
Ohh, you wait for the train home,
If it would flew if it could.
Sing, we control by iron boom,
Rassay the dream, fly aproat
Look around - you have behind your back
Four wings
