Текст песни стихи - Багаж

the point of departure to heaven :
the far edge and so happy .
station, then people rejoice , and weep ;
never understood why and why?

I simply stand quietly ,
everyone chooses their way
yet so strange : they are mutually
and rub against each other on the shoulder.

all except me and my very heavy luggage;
slowly crept train
a sleepy, like a fly in mid-November ,
he had already forgotten that the rhythm of jazz walked.

standing on the platform, watched the carriages ;
no one left on the platform ,
empty benches, all dispersed ,
but me and my burden - luggage.

banging wheels , running on rails ,
leaving the horizon freely ,
and it was cold and empty of thoughts one :
if two people leave , then someone sits with the luggage ?