Текст песни Юрий Брыгин - Поезда

The trains
Yuri Brygin
               

Trains Trains. Trains ...
Endless miles of roads.
You're rolling nowhere again
Leaving the birthmark.

And years of hard knocking.
In the temples, in the temples every time.
Belated letters are silent.
And maybe they yearn for us.

But there is no time to claim.
At the post offices they gather dust.
In the half-stations the track is lost.
And the lights fly on the platforms.

Both roar and buzz wires.
And the sunsets do not let you fall asleep.
You are my trains, trains ...
Restless heart shelter.