Two trains (BG)
Lovers in a white coupe
A bed is cold as ice
Lovers in a white coupe
A bed is cold as ice
Two trains on the stretch
One of them will not come
If you're a rhododendron –
Your place is in a window
And if you are a true anchor –
Come on, brother, lie on the bottom
And if you want to come in,
Will have to come out for limits
So don't sing, Inesilla in the presence of me
Nor about autumn, nor about spring
Don't sing about how are flying
Don't sing about how are going to the bottom
Better don't sing at all,
And otherwise I'll fall asleep
Lovers in a white coupe
Carriages are flying forward
Lovers in a white coupe
Rails are crackling like ice
Today all trains are in a way
Not one of them will not come
Lovers in a white coupe
A bed is cold as ice
Lovers in a white coupe
A bed is cold as ice
Two trains on the stretch
One of them will not come
If you're a rhododendron –
Your place is in a window
And if you are a true anchor –
Come on, brother, lie on the bottom
And if you want to come in,
Will have to come out for limits
So don't sing, Inesilla in the presence of me
Nor about autumn, nor about spring
Don't sing about how are flying
Don't sing about how are going to the bottom
Better don't sing at all,
And otherwise I'll fall asleep
Lovers in a white coupe
Carriages are flying forward
Lovers in a white coupe
Rails are crackling like ice
Today all trains are in a way
Not one of them will not come