Текст песни Черненко Иван - Уходят поезда

Trains are leaving

Everyday mess goes by
among arctic attacks,
and the days are counting down faster ..
How can I keep my warmth
After all, it's already barely light here,
not even the hour the ashes go out ...

But did my train leave ...
He has already passed this station ...
And there is no more faith in the hands or the clock ..
As if he left trouble here,
and the sound of the wheels took away the dream
nothing will brighten up our leisure now forever ...

Trains are leaving for warm lands,
Spring hid under the tin roofs
the forecasts predicted a cold bed,
we run rather to hide in a warm blizzard.

Losing.

But did my train leave ...
He has already passed this station ...
And there is no more faith in the hands or the clock ..
As if he left trouble here,
and the sound of the wheels took away the dream
Nothing will brighten up our leisure now forever ...

Trains are leaving for warm lands,
Spring hid under the tin roofs
forecasts predicted a cold bed,
we run rather to hide in a warm blizzard.

Losing.