Красно-жёлтые дни RED-YELLOW DAYS
My train is held at the depot,
I leave again, it’s time,
On the threshold the wind waits for me,
Around the corner, autumn, my companion,
After the red-yellow days
Winter will begin and end.
My head is bursting with pain,
Don’t be sad, strive to be happier,
And I will return home
With a shield, or on someone’s account,
With silver, or maybe in poverty,
But I will do it as soon as possible.
Talk to me about those who are tired,
From the ruthless street dramas,
And the temple of broken hearts,
And about those who go to this temple.
And I dreamed: love rules the world,
And I dreamed: the world is ruled by aspirations.
And above this a star shines magnificently,
I woke up and understood...tragedy
