Мария Бунтарская - У ночного экспресса - Эдуард Асадов
текст песни

The train is waiting, fastened in shape.
A flashlight is swinging in the wind.
We are almost two on the platform,
And around the swirling gmar.

Through a moment you rush in the express,
I walk through the gloomy blizzard.
I understand: you have to part.
And I can’t part in any way.

You have snowflakes on your eyelashes
And under them, illuminating the look,
Like two confused birds,
Blue stars tremble.

We say, not giving a look,
That the troubles are scared of our own.
I would now forget my insult,
But I am not able to, at least kill.

Or suddenly you, throwing a hide and seek,
To shout to me: -Lorous, help!
We are red!-still close!-
Only you are silent and three gloves
Whitening the edge of the cheek.

Semaphor with a green flashlight
I winked affably to you
And you are already in a hurry on the platform
To that, to another, to the invented fate.

Here is one step, here is the second ...
The door of the wagon will slap I-Konets!
I call silently a miracle
I almost conjure him
The bitter law of loving hearts.

Stop! You hear! Let this minute
Sloves, hitting like a charge!
Turn around! There is no more separation!
To hell with things and tickets!
And rather up the stairs! Back!

I will forgive everything bitter in the world!
No, you didn’t turn around.
That's all. And only the wind is circling.
Yes, the lantern sways in the night.

Yes, the heart is knocking, repeating:
"Happiness will be! Will not be sad!"
The blizzard is circling, circling, noticing
White dead ways ...