Текст песни Валерий Сюткин И Браво - Красная стрела

Night express, iced tea, blue light of tired lamps
The day is over ...
The platform disappeared, and suddenly sadness like a guest of the night came to me,
A shadow sat opposite ...

I breathe in the cold glass, silently writing someone's words.
Fall. Midnight. Red Arrow.

And Peter sleeps, and Moscow sleeps, no stars are visible through the rain net,
Night between the two capitals.
The night light is on, an arrow flies, carries me under the sound of wheels
To the city of familiar faces.

I look into the cold glass, the wind sings someone's words.
Fall. Midnight. Red Arrow.
I look into the cold glass, words melt in the raindrops.
Fall. Midnight. Red Arrow.