Текст песни В.Дьяконов и ПЛАМЯ - На дальней станции сойду

I'll get off at the far station - the grass is waist-deep,
And it's good with the past alone
Wandering in the fields with nothing, worrying about nothing,
Through cornflower blue silence.

I'll get off at the far station - it smells of honey,
I'll drink living water from a crane.
Here everything is mine, and we, and we come from here:
And cornflowers, and me, and poplars.

I'll get off at the far station - it's necessary
I'll look into childhood from a high branch.
You let me again, let me, my dear land,
Be privy to this silence.

I'll get off at the far station - the grass is waist-deep,
I will go into the grass, like in the sea, barefoot,
And without me, the return, fast, fast train
It will melt somewhere in the noise of the city.