Чего-то всгрустнулось... Может быть осень? Или ритмичность колес......

Something was sad ...
Could it be autumn?
Or the rhythm of the wheels ...

Touching branches
The train carries away ...
Piercing through dusk.

Time to think.
Eye not closing
In a half-empty compartment ...

Strange thing
No one gets bored
Remembering me in the darkness ...

Night. Loneliness...
Or freedom ..?
One without the other ...

Like a prophecy
Whispers of nature ...
And in my head a mess.

And tomorrow I will
Thoughts leaving
Again, solve the problem ...

I will forget my heart
Forcing the soul
To hide and not to whisper ...