Night is walking on the streets
Like a star tread of czarinas
Words and numbers simpleness
By the bridge in heaven
Scattered the feathers of birds all around.
Not forgotten by anyone
Enjoyment of lips, the hurts of the eyes.
Take me captive, tie me down,
And this line of the knees
For the last time I'll kiss.
Only, glass of vodka on the table
Outside the window the wind is crying,
With quiet pain echoing in me
The screams of this young moon.
It's not easy to return you at the end
To the birds and wind sails
Maybe even do not understand,
Maybe even do not recognize
Among the faces of thousands females.
Let be silent my eyes,
Quietly looking at the moon,
If someone can catch the glance,
He 'll hurry back at once.
I, myself, don't know why.
Only, glass of vodka on the table
Outside the window the wind is crying,
With quiet pain echoing in me
The screams of this young moon.
With pain echoing in me
The screams of this young moon.