Текст песни Настя Тюнина и группа НастежЬ - Полустанок

Through the midst of songs, dances, pyanok,
Lies the only correct way.
To you, my quiet way station,
Where do I go to rest.

I was not greeted with flowers and orchestra,
Cries of "Nastya, how glad I am!".
I'm so tired, to be honest,
When I say it is.

My name rhymes with happiness
And life is broken down into seven sonorous notes.
I'll come to you in any storm,
If this strange train me dovezёt.

They say that this train - a gift of God,
They say he does not keep my rapid pace.
Even where all the roads end,
Leaving one - inexorably upward.

But I went in there the whole summer,
And now I felt - entering the winter.
Return a very bad omen,
I hope that we will not pass by.