Браво - Красная стрела минус
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Night express. Cold tea.
The blue light of tired lamps - that’s the end to the day.
The platform disappeared, and suddenly sadness
As a nightly guest came to me, sat opposite in a shadow.

I breathe in the cold of glass.
Silently I write someone's words:
Autumn, midnight, red arrow ...

And Peter is sleeping, and Moscow sleeps,
There are no stars through the rain network. The night between the two capitals.
A nightlight burns, an arrow flies,
He carries me to the knock of wheels to the city of familiar faces.

I look in the cold of the glass
The wind sings someone's words:
Autumn, midnight, red arrow ...