Текст песни Леонид Сергеев - А когда затихают наконец города

Night Song

And when calm down, at last, the city,
U Mosta in the palms of their premises,
In the sleepy morning star arises
And looking intently on the planet people
And then going to the sounds of the earth -
From the rustling of the roots - to shake colors
From the whispering waves on coastal shallows -
Before Silence is not just the words spoken,
Gather the sounds of broken hearts,
Pain misunderstood pleading, moaning sweet torment,
And hissing metal that smith
Turns in damask, letting the darkness.
Rain drums, flutes quiet tears,
And finally & quot; Ah! & Quot; Christmas balls,
Light crackling flown somewhere thunderstorms
Yes drawl singing akyns-winds
Sounds royal fish ponds that concern,
And cotton sails round the world rooks,
They gather sounds - and fly to the stars
What it looks intently at the planet of people ...

... The way to heaven is far. Comes the dawn,
The rising sun burns bridges
And it does not have the stars. Yes, and there was only a trace,
Guess here with an unearthly height,
And it is not clear fermenting other worlds,
Wandering through the universe a soft ball,
From spring foliage - until the autumn bark
From the sound of words - before beating the lines ...

2002