Попутчица [Poputchitsa] [English translation]

Our meeting in the fast train

Our short talk

I can't say frankly

But I regret till now

If I knew that it would happen like this

I wouldn't let you go

Where are you, my fellow-traveller?

Our paths diverged

We didn't talk about love

We were standing by the window

And we didn't drink

We were drunk without wine

If I knew that it would happen like this

I wouldn't let you go

Where are you, my fellow-traveller?

Our paths diverged

Alas,

There is no one page in this story

I would like to travel on this train

For many years

If I knew that it would happen like this

I wouldn't let you go

Where are you, my fellow-traveller?

Our paths diverged

• Artist:Evgenij Osin
• Album:70-я широта