It's raining slowly, I'm sitting in the train station
eyes feel like hurting
thoughts from yesterday evening
the scent from the corridor
Mmm...
You were telling about a monthly due
a clock was beating silently
I knew it's the last time
the absurd has succeeded again
Mmm...
My eyes on an ended line
were wandering searching
trains that are not on the map,
lines that mean destiny
trains that are leaving, not coming
and the years that are gone
Three gipsies are playing violin
someone's giving me aspirins
they all talked laughing
I wanted to tell them about you
I was thinking only about you
They were talking about the agrarian problem
I was crying, they were laughing, how strange
and the gipsies were playing on the violin
their favorite song
their unforgettable song
Gipsies are passing, I'm listening to their song
breaking the glass, wanting to forget you...
Gipsies are passing, I'm listening to their song
breaking the glass, wanting to forget you...
Gipsies are passing, I'm listening to their song
breaking the glass, wanting to forget you...
Gipsies are passing, I'm listening to their song
breaking the glass, wanting to forget you...