Текст песни Ес Соя - железнодорожный роман

zheleznodorozhnyyroman (c)
it - remain. pain as a note
vysyaschayasya ... over love
vysyaschayasya ... Lot's wife
bulk frozen columns
(Marina Tsvetaeva)
in those days, the two of us
and someone must be silnee.no it happened ... we both do not know how igrat.Ya probably why both the eyes of slezy.slishkom a lot of tears in his eyes and vnutri.slishkom much to smile and say that everything will be horosho.A is fine when we cry together ... when already miss each drugu.esche hug, and already miss ... both do not know how igrat.Ya know if I tell you ... do not go, stay here - you miss the train , throw out the ticket
and we go to look at the snow-covered sea.?! but we do not look into each other's eyes, afraid obzhechsya..hotya. I once looked at them ... they ustavshie.i here you go, or rather to leave, to be exact - sit on the train and he uezzhaet.ne you're leaving, and what is the difference poezd.no who uezzhaet.ty or train, because you far .... now
you are good, you are loved, you Edinstennoe you daleko.i words and feelings in now detsya.poezd absolutely nowhere left and I remained as one of the lanterns stand on perrone.i only once in life happens bolno.u you certainly, the upper side of the regiment
you sit, so far, on the underside of his hands on the table.
You looked out the window, and the window was snowing.
I have the feeling that it was only for your oknom.segodnya snow could not fall asleep poyti.on your train.
Now you're going on a white train, if you look sverhu.interesno, do you understand eto.Ya I, too, once was a passenger in the sense of this poezda.ne zasnezhennogo.a in the sense of taking with soboy.VSЁ.byl sad. I am driving. Only there was no snow. It was hand berez.kotorye such as modal flashed behind my oknom.a before there were tears, promises, leaning against a palm steklu.i someone stayed on the platform alone lantern.
and the trees were changing with some sort of fields and sometimes houses.
and the train was blue or green
tea and it is tastefully bleach.
and underwear wet. all the time.
but because the trees do not train, so they change from prekrasny.govoryat sum is not menyaetsya.esche like changing ... so I'm on the train. I warmly and grustno.mne was hard to leave, but I left because I was going so nado.i. there where I was going, I was someone zhdet.a so I left. and even in the winter.
and I'm alone. and one life. and one station
and love is probably odna.i so want to say something to her, the one in the white train, but I'm going
and in my head plays whether saxophone, or something else,
or rather not play, and crying. sobbing.
one near there, that is, people
but, after all, if you're not around, then no one near net.I here understand that city. where you're going and my house in different directions.
I consciously moving away from you.
and the thought in the mind November-
most repulsive month of the year.
and you already. probably sleep on their usual top side.
or have always dreamed of before going to bed.
and white train takes you to your town, where the heart beats faster in people
and more expensive fare on minibuses.
how many times I went, but it was like something was wrong.
I went ahead like a cowboy in the Wild West.
forward. forward. forward.
remained serdtsa..tam..na platform
and now you're gone, and I was
write your messages offline
and draw their dreams on the folds of velvet,
prozhennoy curtains in several places.
someone has to be
worse
someone should forget
nonsense
and only snow fell.
conductor and drank cognac
after all. Soon the New Year ...