Текст песни Ярослав Евдокимов - Огни Вокзала

Again, leave the train leave
Knocking softly melting in the distance
So, the fate of my pass
And you're light as before ...
The wind gently sways cotton
Fearing probably blow the whole memory
What a pity that we sometimes can not be
To preserve all that they no longer return

The lights of the city station can not understand
Why did I come back to accompany silent wagons
The lights of the city are the station as a memory of you
Fires Station City - sad light in my life

Your letter with the exclamation mark
Let washed away in the heart of Autumn time
And I know that in the waiting room
You do not wait for me ever
The wind gently sways cotton
Fearing probably blow the whole memory
What a pity that we sometimes can not be
To preserve all that they no longer return