Текст песни Татьяна Буланова и сын Саша - Поезд ночной

Night Train farther from home
It became separation for us fate.
Sweet my kitten,
Boy, my dear,
Warm smell of palm spring.
I did not sleep all thoughts like birds
Back to you fly and fly.
Wet eyelashes trembling slightly in his sleep,
May you dream tender my opinion.

I miss you, I'm waiting for you
The most my dear mother.
You look at you from the screen,
You wave a hand to me,
Whether often, mom next to me.

You do not be sad, I will soon come.
Again you I'll sing a song.
More than anyone in the world I love you
And thank fate for this.

I miss you, I'm waiting for you
The most my dear mother.
You look at you from the screen,
You wave a hand to me,
Whether often, mom next to me.

I miss you, I'm waiting for you
The most my dear mother.
You look at you from the screen,
You wave a hand to me,
Whether often, mom next to me.

You look at you from the screen,
You wave a hand to me,
Whether often, mom next to me.