Текст песни Ann Neuling - вокзалы

Whoever these people were,
They are not the ones I'm waiting.
On a black apron
Under cover of night, clutching his arms.
Suggested as a first good hands,
Throw up, squeezed our walks and winter in a crystal bowl.
What I have lived, in fact, and I go,
To hide in the car
From conscience, that phone call rattles its weak '' help me .. ''.
Arrived, but not the one, and not a train, and not with you.
Because there, in the depths of me, as a last shout shout, shooting at close range.
At the end of the line he decides to head down over the rails.
Not blind us sizomu smoke without fire brother.
Forgive me.
I did not know that the flight is canceled.
And I do not even know - stronger than that of your door or in the possibility of the implementation of its intentions.
The tone blouse, soft confident voice repeats and prophesies.
And I so wanted to bring back all those days and weeks.
Oh, we are all just so strong, but in reality. .
Wind hat blown off the bridge. Sing to me of the train arrival time, our train.
Numbering because a tail?
We were on the fifteenth. Throw away the suitcase and doubt, just tell me:
"Dear Anna, on the Day of your birth."