Ксения Ноябрьская - Я ненавижу вокзалы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I hate stations ...

Lost gaze and dull light in rotting corridors. Sleeping people, suitcases. Topot. Murmur. Something like "I love you" and a sewing. The absence of courage to say the secret is quite sincere and not faint.

Dad, I forgot what it is to be bold ... I completely outlined among these human ones. From foot to foot. After 15 minutes of the train arrival. Some acquaintances, strangers ... to remove them. Something prevents me from hugging you carefully. Probably the complete inability to be tender with you. After all, you can touch, but do not find mngtions. I would be a breath for you warm wind. Yes, just no time, no purpose, nor thoughts are powerful. You are leaving. We are separate again. To say that I am you, to step over this abyss of rumor, alien ideas, distances and fictions ...

Dad, it seems again tears hovered.

Dad, I'm not used to saying to you ...

Dad, if you can, stay faster! I ... hate stations ...

Among these empty promises, among your quick farewells, stomping me alien to me.

Dad, I just want to have a soul to give your soul for your smile. Therefore, you know, I will endure ... You say something ... warm, tender. And I would scream that my adjacent heart is forever next to you!

Dad, your daughter was covered with a wave. Honestly? Love you! I rarely talk about it. But you know that the most difficult thing is to say the most valuable thing. Forgive me naive for all the misconduct and heavy exclamations! There is nothing better than your shoulders and hair! Do you want me to reach the stars with my hands? Do you want to achieve such heights so that then you can only be proud and smile? Just do not cry, pa ... it does not fit with you. I believe in you, like in a bright sky above your head, as in hope to the last sigh.

Dad! Your daughter will grow up with you! You just need a little more gunpowder! ..

5 fingers of their favorite palm were printed on the dirty glass of the car. And I will remember that you need to protect the family, yourself and hands. I will put on mittens and spear - all that you say! Only you will wave again - and into the distance for thousands of miles and miles. And then to me past the scurrying cars.

I will come once, and we will sit down to read books, brew tea and smile at each other. In the apartment with a warm, wrapped sincerity .. Mom will prepare us some delicious thing. But all that is left now is your leaving gaze. With a shot in the back, the stopping sound of a retreating train.

Dad, you stay there, despite the sniffing hell! I'm with you. Forever, do you hear? To the end of any barometer. Just smile more often. Immediately breathe easier and dreams, is composed, done, achieved. You smile - everything is changing. But I .. I hate stations. These huge distances. These terrible silent farewells. They took you again ...