Владимир Е. Обломов - На перроне
текст песни

Semaphor caught fire in red,
The ticket closed the cashier.
Behind the fence of private possessions
The moonshine was washed down with kvass.
Two remained on the platform -
I am the last evening.
Without waiting, our train left
In the direction of summer spaces.
The sun did not want to sit so
And it clung to the branches of pines.
Somewhere in the crowns the bird wandered
With an incomprehensible nickname Autumn.
Shadows stretched along the platform.
It was sad, quiet and simple:
Between the sleepers swayed plants
Pine rustles behind him ...

I will not run along the trail
Trains leaving in the summer.
And I won’t leave back:
Not enough coins to the ticket.
On the deaf half -land
I will silently smoke on the stars.
Do not keep up with this summer.
This happens - just late.
It so happened that the misery fell.
Here is tobacco, here is the fire - we will smoke.
Behind the forests, rainbow diesel.
The sun was setting, and the evening died ...
And two remained on the platform:
I and night on concrete slabs.
Only the smell of Karelian needles,
Only rails in cold glare ...