Текст песни Guf ft. D.L.S - Эти станции

These stations remember us with you
From the south-west to the roundabout
These walls remember our last meeting
You call, but I will not answer

Memory cuts the blade through the veins,
And I believed like a fool in your lie.
In the flow of people we became different
Do not cry, it's just nostalgia.
You will go on the next, and I'm on the final
We will be parted by kilometers of rails
Two junctions and three metro stations
I will find its smell in the stream of winds
Where we met, in the center of the hall
A guy with flowers is looking for someone with his eyes
He is waiting for her and wants to make a surprise
I will remember us and down the escalator
Where there is no network and does not catch phones
Where radio waves do not penetrate
It was from here that I did not get through
I was guilty, but I did not apologize.

These stations remember us with you
From the south west to the roundabout
These walls remember our last meeting
You call, but I will not answer

Maybe she is now on this branch
Goes to the institute or to the former neighbor
Maybe we will meet at the transition
And we will cross our eyes in the crowd of people
I'm sure - I do not like, but I can not forget
I think in the spring should let go
But while looking for a look from the car
Although it was already about a year
I'll leave sobriety at the bottom of the bottle
I'm not expected anywhere and I do not need anyone
On the journey home exactly one hundred
Tomorrow will be the same as today
Again these stations. Crowds. Peak hour.
But I do not notice, probably already used to it
Here is joy and sadness, human whims
I hope I need someone on the way out.

These stations remember us with you
From the south-west to the roundabout
These walls remember our last meeting
You call, but I will not answer ...