Wires of strings, juice through the hands,
The receiver boils with a staggering voice, 'See you,'
And hangs.
Still my coat and scarf left at the nail,
Still the gloves in my pockets whisper sweetly, 'Leave a night hence,
One night hence...'
But some strange noise alarms my ears,
Either heartbeat or knocks at the gate.
And I leave you no smile, no tears,
No words beyond my only 'Wait.'
So back to the station and back to the train,
One more ticket check, linens, pillows, nothing new.
(O-o-h...)
No rest through the night,
And again the roaring wheels will remind me your quiet,
'See you.'
But some strange noise alarms my ears,
Either heartbeat or knocks at the gate.
And I leave you no smile, no tears,
No words beyond my only 'Wait.'
But some strange Цой alarms my ears,
Either heartbeat or knocks at the gate...
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