Lyrics Любэ - Позови меня тихо....

Half-stations

Half-stops, night half-stops -
How many of them are there in their native country.
Half-stops, now the field, now the meadows -
It happened, I saw it ... eh ...
They are not favored by courier wagons -
They will flash, do not even look
And friends - all feathers and bells -
Well now, what to do here ... oh ...

Sing, sing a song, people,
Sing, sing ... who's still alive. Oh...

Half-stops, tired feathers
From the rains, from the dashing winds.
They are defenseless, that children are small,
Nobody cares about them ... no ...
But the desperate talianka will not stop here
No way, no year.
Somehow, at an unknown halt,
At night I will go down ... oh ...

Sing, sing a song, people,
Sing, sing ... who's still alive.
Sing, sing, sing more amicably
Sing, sing who else ... oh ...
Half-stops, night half-stops ...