The noise of the train, the wind in my hair
And fear is no longer in my eyes.
I'm going to the far end, but you'll find me,
Hold out your hand to me just because you're waiting.
We have many strange days ahead of us,
Spilled coffee, no sleep, but with the talk of the nights.
And let me know, the road will be long,
But together we will be able to go all the way to the end.
All ahead!
© Copyright: Тамара Егоровна Фомичёва, 2020
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