Текст песни муз. В. Бельман, исп. В. Бельман, сл. О. Романовой - Прости, родная

I dream of a train;
Again the road.
I'm going again
In the distance from the threshold.

I'm going again,
Where I do not know.
Save-nose
Sorry, native.

I dream of a train
From the moon eyes
I am hugging
You have hands.

I am hugging
And forget
That in the land is far
You went to May.

I dream of a train
And step wagons
As if shouts,
As if the moans.

How - like beads
With Ryabbin fell.
You have a neck ...
You were looking for.

How - like beads
Like blood drops.
I'm leaving
In the distance for love.

I dream of a train;
Again the road.
I'm going again
In the distance from the threshold.

I'm going again,
Where I do not know.
Save-nose
Sorry, native.



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