Sunday is only two days away
Already they сказал(-а) a train was coming in late
I’ll wait
This reminds me of last year
September, I think
When Ты сказал(-а) Ты loved me
But Ты had to leave me
So I’ll wait, I said

On a Sunday train
I can hear the whistle
Blowing Ты away
On a Sunday train
I can hear the steeple bells
Ringing a refrain
And I’ll say goodbye, again and again
Cause I can’t get it out of my head
And I’ll wait like I wait for every Sunday train

It’s cold here tonight
Christmas I think
Did Ты get my letter?
The paper was like this blue and pink
Two hours to go now
And already I’m here
Seat 24A just...