huh... гудок exactly... the sound of the train in this case.
Anyway,
Vokzal is up. One more 'winter' song. It's not so soft but I like it anyway.
Station.
The snow under my feet... Creeps with grams, metres...
Drags like a magnet... To the simple answer...
White butterflies are flying around... Careful...
For how long is it possible to see difficult in something so simple?
The moon has flied right under the clouds... yet...
I'll try to light on stars...
The love doesn't spare it's lights...
I was caught on it's foresight
I will send it (love) 2000 telegrammes...
Tears left unwonted roads (on the face)...
My heart is beating... Unrythmic to U...
The hands, cold from the wind, are burning...
Stylish, fashioned girls are smiling...
The moon has flied right under the clouds... yet...
I'll try to light on stars...
The love doesn't spare it's lights...
I was caught on it's foresight
I will send it (love) 2000 telegrammes...