Текст песни Роман Аракчеев - На станции отправления ночного поезда

empty platform
pursues an unbearable smell of loneliness
I thought for a long time to stay away
at the departure station night train
Half an hour before the trolley seem eternal
shivering in the cold and frozen fingers become commonplace
habitually not hug someone favorite shoulders
and punching is only one voucher in the bus

accustomed to brew tea in a mug
have concluded their loneliness
it has become customary for the day just hugging pillow
I am no longer alive, I have no power

unknown and can not from this planet
Now one more than before
your hopes die last
if you suddenly fall no support

long time no new sms and missed
your every day can be summed up in ellipsis
Today at zero indicators usefulness
no time treats
people that will share with you the loneliness

do not feel sorry for yourself, do not be greedy
after giving to another, you get longer
Do not be afraid, and let you feel strange
but the one who believes in the dream will be loyal for longer

the smile disappeared from his face, you are now waiting for a certain
I ask forgiveness for myself, ideal people
no & quot; Morning & quot; held one day
your pure heart for a long time no one needs

silent watch, no one else is watching time
close his mouth with her hands
that no one heard a sound
cry all to herself
And be ready without leaving shadows
running and infinitely hiding in crucial moments

change routes
you are like a child that was lost in the crowd
like a bird that always lagged behind the pack
You need one person to another
It is extremely clear, and in fact even proved

habit for each person to grasp
try to find it yourself, mate
you become a lonely, lonely is not born
I stopped trying to find the golden mean

the darkness, no one other than yourself
lonely even in the midst of the crowd, the silence in the room is locked
the whole world can not be divided into one
one does not feel the heat, do not understand the pleasure

I give a promise to withstand everything until the end
Bartender smiling, already pours again in the third
give myself a promise never stop dreaming
in this world, I promise to find a place