Lyrics Валентин Глазанов - Дорожная
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Поезд последние вёрсты мчит.
Тревожен рокот колёс.
Выйдем в тамбур и помолчим:
Не надо ни слов, ни слёз.
Леса полосою летят на нас,
Рябины бегут рябя.
И мне остаётся всего лишь час,
Чтобы глядеть на тебя.
Станции — чаще, и небо — темней.
Фабричные трубы вразброс.
Город в мерцанье ранних огней
Бросается под откос.
Многоэтажные корпуса
Вдоль шпал начинают плыть.
И мне остаётся лишь полчаса,
Чтоб рядом с тобою быть.
Пойдём в вагон.
Собираться пора.
Минуты в пропасть летят.
Грозно грохнули буфера
На привокзальных путях.
Толчок.
Остановка.
Окончен маршрут.
Вокзальной толпы прибой.
И мне остаётся десять минут,
Чтобы проститься с тобой.
Паровоз,остывая, мелко дрожит,
Под сводами пар клубя.
Мне остается целая жизнь,
Чтобы любить тебя.
The train is driving past the last one.
The rumble of wheels is disturbed.
We leave in the tambour and keep quiet:
No words, no tears.
Scaffolding strips on us,
Rowan trees run rippling.
And I have only an hour left,
To look at you.
The stations are more often, and the sky is darker.
Factory chimneys scattered.
City in the flickering of early lights
It is derailed.
Multi-storey buildings
Along the sleepers begin to swim.
And I have only half an hour left,
So that next to you be.
Let's go to the car.
Gather time.
Minutes into the abyss are flying.
The thunder of the buffer
On the station roads.
Push.
Stop.
The route is over.
The station crowd surf.
And I still have ten minutes left,
To say goodbye to you.
The steam locomotive, cooling down, finely shakes,
Under the vaults of the steam are bubbling.
I have a whole life left,
To love you.
The rumble of wheels is disturbed.
We leave in the tambour and keep quiet:
No words, no tears.
Scaffolding strips on us,
Rowan trees run rippling.
And I have only an hour left,
To look at you.
The stations are more often, and the sky is darker.
Factory chimneys scattered.
City in the flickering of early lights
It is derailed.
Multi-storey buildings
Along the sleepers begin to swim.
And I have only half an hour left,
So that next to you be.
Let's go to the car.
Gather time.
Minutes into the abyss are flying.
The thunder of the buffer
On the station roads.
Push.
Stop.
The route is over.
The station crowd surf.
And I still have ten minutes left,
To say goodbye to you.
The steam locomotive, cooling down, finely shakes,
Under the vaults of the steam are bubbling.
I have a whole life left,
To love you.