Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Вокзал

Autumn has come, so what?
Autumn is beautiful, so what?
Autumn worries, but why
So hopelessly good?

Bare the shoulders of the tree
The last words rustle -
Large-circulation foliage.
Morning frost forecasts.

No one to meet, empty station
Like a southern city in the cold.
And arrive at the platform
Trains jam-packed.
Someone's joy.

Infantrymen puddles in half,
And I warm a nightingale in my throat.
You won't come, you won't come
You know it as I do
It won't get warm.

Summer has receded, so what?
Summer has died away, so what?
It won't be long, but why
So doomed good.

Flirting to retire, soon to war,
Don't look for me in captivity.
I will not win the moon.
In the forecasts, the bullet on the spot.

No one to meet, empty station
Like a southern city in the cold.
And arrive at the platform
Trains jam-packed.
Someone's joy.

Infantrymen puddles in half,
And I warm a nightingale in my throat.
You won't come, you won't come
You know it as I do.
It won't get warm.

Autumn has come, so what?
It won't be long, so what?
It won't be long, but why? ..