Текст песни Адриан и Александр - Павелецкий вокзал

Arriving in the morning to Moscow, I pretend I found out -
Having deceived his heart, weaned to beat unevenly.
My poor baggage passes a wet station,
Having escaped from porters - tenacious piranha of the platform.

I'll leave, clutching an unlucky ticket in my hand,
Leaving the hereditary homeless people Paveletskaya Square,
Where is Moscow autumn, like a poor washerwoman, a little light
In the wind, the banners of the advertising gargles are rinsed.

Just don't wait
Just don't wait from me anymore
Dried tears
You won’t believe in tears.
How long should I live
How long to burn at someone else's fire
Of your squares
Expensive losses?

I’ll almost at random find an old staircase,
By steps, by calls, by beaten confessions on the walls,
For some reason, of all the recklessly abandoned places
I come back here again and again. Gradually

Convincing myself that I wasn’t late this time,
What’s behind the old canvas, the children's door will open
And the gullible beast will purr, pretending to know
To rub a couple of minutes at the jeans leg.

Just don't wait
Just don't wait from me anymore
Tears of the dear, -
You won’t believe in tears.
How long should I live
How long to burn at someone else's fire
Of your squares
Century-old losses?