Текст песни Ковалева Ольга - В полночный час

Midnight hour sullen and silent,
Only thunder sometimes.
I stand at the door of yours.
Lord Gregory Open.
I can not go back again
Home to his family,
And if you love sleeping in,
I even pity.

Remember the woods on the slopes of the mountains,
Where will I gave
Love, from which a long dispute
In his heart led.
You swore to me the sky more than once,
What will you be mine,
That the contract linking us
Neushim forever.

But he does not remember the old days,
Whose heart made of flint.
So let at your door
Storm kills me!
On the sky, death gave me.
I sleep a perpetual sleep
At the door of Lord Gregory,
Just his guilt.