Текст песни Нина Савушкина - Скорый ушёл

If after midnight, after drinking
awakening will meet at the station,
then, leaning on the railing of frostiness,
non-slip pursuit of roundnose,

calloused rather, in the mist of flying,
bestowed shape surrounding thickets,
one second beam pierced
and extinguished the last wagon.

The train will not stay on the plains.
The yellowness of the eyes in the iron snake,
promelknuv, melts evenly.
Darkness is compressed like a glove,

light and sound in itself drowning once.
This is not the place to the myth, the legend, the tale:
not naiad tail splashing in the mud, not
Cavalier to you is booming on the trolley.

Do not look round about, does not light a fire there.
Do not shout - only air will blow in the throat.
Because there is no pitch merger
the empty void inside with the outside.

And when you go on the rocks clumsy,
endless sleepers, glass herbs
It explains the nature of your courtesy,
that is horizontal abyss.