More songs by Nebezao
Description
Train stations are like old friends who know too much. They had seen goodbyes, rain-soaked platforms, and those very looks when words are no longer enough. Everything here seems frozen between departure and delay: the rumble of trains, unfamiliar suitcases, the echo of someone's farewells. And only inside is everything boiling - as if the city is too small for those who didn't have time to finish speaking. The track smells of iron, wet asphalt, and the bitterness of unspoken words. You listen, and it feels like your heart is beating in time with the wheels: dull, rhythmic, as if trying to escape itself. And then silence falls. The kind where even your own breathing seems loud.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Наверно, ты меня уже не ждёшь
Игра закончена у нас давно
И видели вокзалы столько слёз
Что не покажут нам ни в одном кино
Только прошу не перестань же мне писать
Я не видел море, но тонул в глазах
И я так много не успел тебе сказать
А время не вернуть уже назад
Этот вокзал, до боли знакомый
Куда уносят вагоны, и я от боли поломанный
Словно загнанный в омуте, в этом городском урбане
Снова ночи бессонные, у нас сменяются турами
Я завяжу себе глаза, в попытках тебя забыть
Но снова схожу с ума, ведь ты была мой ориентир
Мне кажется я убит
Мне кажется я не тут
Я так хочу к тебе
Это замкнутый круг
Никого вокруг
Никого вокруг
Никого, никого, никого вокруг
Этот вокзал, до боли знакомый
Куда уносят вагоны, и я от боли поломанный
Словно загнанный в омуте, в этом городском урбане
Снова ночи бессонные, у нас сменяются турами
English translation
You're probably not waiting for me anymore
The game is over for us a long time ago
And we saw so many tears at the stations
What they won't show us in any movie
Just please don’t stop writing to me
I didn't see the sea, but I was drowning in my eyes
And I didn't have time to tell you so much
And time can’t be turned back
This station is painfully familiar
Where the carriages are being carried away, and I am broken in pain
As if trapped in a whirlpool, in this urban urban
Sleepless nights again, we are replaced by tours
I'll blindfold myself in an attempt to forget you
But I'm going crazy again, because you were my guide
I think I'm killed
I think I'm not here
I want to come to you so much
It's a vicious circle
No one around
No one around
Nobody, nobody, nobody around
This station is painfully familiar
Where the carriages are being carried away, and I am broken in pain
As if trapped in a whirlpool, in this urban urban
Sleepless nights again, we are replaced by tours