Pointless Train (cover of Бессмысленный поезд)

A dark, deep and clear voice, similar to bass-heavy narrator or a low-pitched rapper, with strong enunciation // deep house // pain // dark house // timpani // A house journey Through the Real Life //

[Intro] Mmmmmmmmm mmmm mmm [Hook] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [Verse 1] Wheels like round horses – Their clatter is incessant… The glowing runner of carriages Is like creeping smoke… And in the staccato, dull clatter, Not knowing the word “end”, I the measured sounds of hearts gone forever are heard... For various, weighty reasons, The wind of oblivion carried them away... To us... boys... with the appearance of men, Who know how to cry without tears, Parting has fallen on our shoulders - A misfortune frozen like stone... Movement is not distance - It is great forever... [Hook] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [Verse 2] Any comparisons are small With the breaks in our fate, But the stubborn devils sleepers, scraps from "A" to "B". Shiny stripes became: Neither to the right nor to the left is allowed! They don't care that we are tired of playing out life without a queen... And the black squares, like lines, will accommodate the drawn-out cry... Well, the rules are doubly cruel, When you understand them not from books. [Hook] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [Verse 3] Be patient, stranger and wanderer, Inheriting the vale of sorrows; And the glass-holder holds the glass, Like a heart - boiling pain. And kilometers rush into nowhere, Paths diverging in different directions, And evil cold winds Blow right through the compartment. [Hook] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [Verse 4] All the stations flash by, Like flashes of unspoken words, Night and glass become an insurmountable obstacle, A belt of fleeing lights, A silent star in the sky... And this meaningless train, Like the phrase "never again"... [Outro] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [End] 🎵 ⬜️ ENG ⬜️⬜️⬜️ Wheels are the hooves of the highway, Their rhythm won't falter or die... The glowing trail on the railway Spreads out like the smoke in the sky. In every dull, hollow percussion, That never will come to an end, I hear the persistent discussion Of souls that no longer ascend. By reasons too heavy to measure, The winds swept their voices away... And we—men in borrowed composure Still grieve what we dare not betray. Our shoulders bear silent goodbyes, As sorrow stands frozen in stone… But movement won't lessen the miles This journey will never be gone. No metaphor ever is ample To capture the fractures in fate, But tracks, drawing lines long and trampled, Insist on an endpoint we wait. Gleaming steel rails show no pity No left, no right—only ahead... They don't care we're tired of playing A game where the queen is long dead. Black squares stretch like unending pages, Containing a scream that won't fade... The rules become twice as outrageous When learned not through ink, but through pain. So bear it, you wanderer, stranger, Inheritor of sorrow's toll... The glass in its frame holds no danger, But clutches a heart boiled in soul. The miles race ahead into nowhere, As tracks split apart left and right...And winds, sharp as grief, cruel as omens,  
Rush through the lone cabins at night.  
The stations flash by like reflections,  
Like whispers unsaid in the dark,  
The night and the glass turn to mountains,  
Keeping all destinations apart.

A belt of retreating lights flickers,  
A star in the heavens stays still...  
This meaningless train lingers onward,  
Like "never again" whispered chill.  
Rush through the lone cabins at night.

The stations flash by like reflections,  
Like whispers unsaid in the dark,  
The night and the glass turn to mountains,  
Keeping all destinations apart.

A belt of retreating lights flickers,  
A star in the heavens stays still...  
This meaningless train lingers onward,  
Like "never again" whispered chill.

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© 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞♖𝗡𝗖 © оригинальная лирика Вячеслав Тюменцев...♜The original song is here: https://suno.com/song/e7e76f39-3223-4e7b-b04f-ea5ffa829d6e and I have reused their song art cover which also looks original art <3 [Intro] Mmmmmmmmm mmmm mmm [Hook] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [Verse 1] Wheels like round horses – Their clatter is incessant… The glowing runner of carriages Is like creeping smoke… And in the staccato, dull clatter, Not knowing the word “end”, I the measured sounds of hearts gone forever are heard... For various, weighty reasons, The wind of oblivion carried them away... To us... boys... with the appearance of men, Who know how to cry without tears, Parting has fallen on our shoulders - A misfortune frozen like stone... Movement is not distance - It is great forever... [Hook] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [Verse 2] Any comparisons are small With the breaks in our fate, But the stubborn devils sleepers, scraps from "A" to "B". Shiny stripes became: Neither to the right nor to the left is allowed! They don't care that we are tired of playing out life without a queen... And the black squares, like lines, will accommodate the drawn-out cry... Well, the rules are doubly cruel, When you understand them not from books. [Hook] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [Verse 3] Be patient, stranger and wanderer, Inheriting the vale of sorrows; And the glass-holder holds the glass, Like a heart - boiling pain. And kilometers rush into nowhere, Paths diverging in different directions, And evil cold winds Blow right through the compartment. [Hook] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [Verse 4] All the stations flash by, Like flashes of unspoken words, Night and glass become an insurmountable obstacle, A belt of fleeing lights, A silent star in the sky... And this meaningless train, Like the phrase "never again"... [Outro] TU-tu-tu-tu TU-tu-tu-tu [End] 🎵 ⬜️ ENG ⬜️⬜️⬜️ Wheels are the hooves of the highway, Their rhythm won't falter or die... The glowing trail on the railway Spreads out like the smoke in the sky. In every dull, hollow percussion, That never will come to an end, I hear the persistent discussion Of souls that no longer ascend. By reasons too heavy to measure, The winds swept their voices away... And we—men in borrowed composure Still grieve what we dare not betray. Our shoulders bear silent goodbyes, As sorrow stands frozen in stone… But movement won't lessen the miles This journey will never be gone. No metaphor ever is ample To capture the fractures in fate, But tracks, drawing lines long and trampled, Insist on an endpoint we wait. Gleaming steel rails show no pity No left, no right—only ahead... They don't care we're tired of playing A game where the queen is long dead. Black squares stretch like unending pages, Containing a scream that won't fade... The rules become twice as outrageous When learned not through ink, but through pain. So bear it, you wanderer, stranger, Inheritor of sorrow's toll... The glass in its frame holds no danger, But clutches a heart boiled in soul. The miles race ahead into nowhere, As tracks split apart left and right...And winds, sharp as grief, cruel as omens, Rush through the lone cabins at night. The stations flash by like reflections, Like whispers unsaid in the dark, The night and the glass turn to mountains, Keeping all destinations apart. A belt of retreating lights flickers, A star in the heavens stays still... This meaningless train lingers onward, Like "never again" whispered chill. Rush through the lone cabins at night. The stations flash by like reflections, Like whispers unsaid in the dark, The night and the glass turn to mountains, Keeping all destinations apart. A belt of retreating lights flickers, A star in the heavens stays still... This meaningless train lingers onward, Like "never again" whispered chill. [end]

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