At the station in silence we are sad only two, and the station in its loneliness I'm a dumb witness of another drama. I love you! Do not go with your hand. Do not say words hard to parting, I go because he did not understand, that even for you I would give my life. I'm going without a sense of guilt, I go though I love you and starting to remember this - of previous love I do not want to look like. And the station in its loneliness silence, and every word hears after a while there will be a crowd, and I am on the train and life alone.
