Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - На перроне разлук

On the platform separations yellowness,
It smells of autumn and pies.
I sit on the bench until late,
Like a giraffe on canvas Pirosmani.
I am watching the train,
And then - the return,
Not a year or the number does not matter,
Not a year or the number does not matter.

I had forgotten city,
And the country, and the name of the station,
I myself a hundred times repeated
Everything you told me so easily.
And I am sitting in the change of stars
In tone, like the sign,
If someone trained like Pavlov dog
If someone trained like Pavlov dog.

Yellow-red this movie
September, a decorated boredom
I would have finished watching a long time,
Yes, slowly left hands in his pockets.
Only one little thing is important here
For me very much:
You should come to the end of the film,
You should only come to the end of the film.