On the platform

Do you want us to play
Such a melody
What will become impossible
Sit in place

The stalls are jumping up
The benches will dance
Forget the paravozik to hum.

And the passengers will
Spin on the platform
And there will be suitcases
To beat the tap dance.

And the one who took the place
Already in my carriage
He will drop everything and rush to dance.

Today we play
For those who are leaving.
Ticket squares
They will take off to the music.

And those with sorrow
Today we see off
They would never want to leave.

(Natalia Yurkevich)