Текст песни Владимир Е. Обломов - На перроне

Semaphore lights up red,
Biletёrsha closed fund.
Behind the fence of private possessions
Moonshine drank kvass.
On the platform were two -
I and the last evening.
Without waiting, our train left
In the direction of the summer expanses.
The sun did not want to sit
And clings to the branches of pine trees.
Somewhere in the crowns of wandering bird
With incomprehensible nicknames Autumn.
Aprons prostrated shadows.
It was sad, quiet and easy:
Between sleepers swaying plants
Behind rustling pine ...

I will not run on the trail
Trains leaving in the summer.
And do not leave back:
Not enough coins to the ticket.
On deaf halt this
I would smoke in silence at the stars.
Do not keep up with this summer.
It happens - just too late.
It so happened that fell minuscule.
That tobacco, Behold the fire - smoke.
For forest Rainbow diesel.
The sun had set and the night he died ...
And on the platform were two:
I night on concrete slabs.
Just the smell of the Karelian pine needles,
Only tracks in the cold glare ...