Lyrics Дмитрий Волчонок - The Train

The Train.

Trains rolled one after another
With your wheels, they beat off the rhythm ...
The rhythm was harsh, the march was like ...
The heart knocks, a shiver runs on my feet ...

First, second, tenth, one hundred first,
The knock inspired, and I did not believe it.
I did not believe that I dare at least a couple of minutes,
But half an hour was standing, I waited for her hands ...

The trains left left hand.
An hour later, I already silent from the knocks ...
I looked through the crowd. I was looking for her eyes,
She did not descend ... another hour passed ...

I heard a nervous phone call ...
Mom called to say that "Dima, I am at home."
And I still stood at the pillar,
Modern romantic ... But watched not there!

Passed the last train metro ...
She did not see her, no luck ...
Tomorrow there is a meeting in that Hall of the theater,
It's time for me to tell people the truth!

"Who is she? That girl, what are you waiting at the pillar?" -
Nervously shouting from the hall of the crowd ...
I'll just answer, looking at the stairs:
"She is that actress! It is not necessary to think."

I waited for her hour, and maybe two
But I know for sure, she will be mine ...
I remembered the feeling of "love" again,
Again that knock ... joy ... in the metro car ...

I sat down in my car, looked at the peer.
From the window I saw her, the features of nature. Substant law.
Did not wait just a minute
Give me a sec...

But here it took a forcibly car ...
Again this knock, again this moan.
I silently walked between the rows of passengers,
The most gray, rather not cute.

I thought I wrote, I listened to that knock,
I went home, goodbye, dear friend ...