Текст песни Казма-Казма - Катакомбы любви

In the morning wound it seemed to me:
the watchman sang on the battlements ...
Do you hear, friend?
The morning has already sounded the horn -
ta-ra-ra-ra!
So it's time for parting,
my dear!
Night from unkind, envious eyes,
like an accomplice hid us
wrapped up in darkness.
Bitter tears flooded my eyes.
Gloomy morning sneaks like a thief
nights followed.
Damn the coming of the day!
Time takes you and me away
into the gray dawn.