Текст песни Юрий Щербаков - Поезд уходит далеко

The train leaves remote,
You pomashesh my hand ,
A lot of the girls I met ,
Just do not meet such .

I remember you before the fight
In the haze of a grenade ,
Dress your blue ,
The voice , smile , look.

Lots of smiles in the world ,
Many exciting eye
Only such as these,
In life, there are times.

The train leaves remote,
We say to each other : " Good-bye ! "
If you do not meet - remember ,
If you come - met!