Текст песни Кит - Вокзал прощания

Leaving only the right train,
Though only come though for a long time standing on the platform.
They go quickly into the distance, like a star in the sky goes,
Which is being watched from the window of another car.

They smoke, banging wheels. And the driver you waving.
And you're just crying, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, put it to you mother
This train is now resting, going the other or the other.
Even though you are flying like a bird or a fish, swim. This train do not catch up.

This train will be back sometime.
The postman will bring to the alert list.
But remember ever have.
This train - the other driver.

This train is a little older.
He hitched a couple of cars.
One of which has matured.
And expects new platforms.

This train is still beautiful.
And the sun shines, reflecting.
Similarly, many years ago,
You sit down in it, for fear.

He will not leave you. He stands.
Do not planted because of coal into the furnace.
The train looks at you and says nothing.
He can not say his speech.

After the incident of a train station,
You're never going to come.
You're waiting for him soon again.
Every time passing by.

You skated on ships and flying.
Long drove a new car.
And on the road, and at sea, and in flight.
All your thoughts passed.

You're still cute as thirty years ago.
You have a house, a job. Everything seems so.
Garden in the back yard and a small garden.
Garage. Where old Cadillac loving you.

This train has broken down and is being repaired.
You can see it every day.
And something like a driver does not mind.
And you go to the train station is not laziness.

You go there only once.
Make sure that all is well.
You never make a mistake twice.
Though the train was gone, nothing passed.

He left. He said that he will come.
At this station again.
What do you still humming his wake.
Hex your ear bunch of phrases.

A few years later came a letter:
Train your sent for scrap.
You read it through tears.
Getting ready for the road for hundreds of miles.

You come, thy strength enough.
To see him on his last journey.
I saw - breathless.
Still not sleep many nights.

Leaving only the right train,
Though only come though for a long time standing on the platform.
When the train leaves for the last time.
Forever Forget about the crown.