Текст песни ПатаПон - Вокзал

I'm leaving the station,
Preliminary
They will leave him
Sticking Separation Rapier
In the farewell back.

Pouring your cowardice into a blow
He is the messenger of the death of joy,
But with milk
My anger is blind, mixed
After all, the station did not read the code
Honor.

My secret teeth grabbed
And he spat on the bus.
I was left alone.
Oh no, sorry!
Another furious cold!

And now the Night twists the plasticine twilight,
In winter, this lady wakes up early
The station cheekily divided us
Bisector-median.