Текст песни Наталья Барсукова - Темные окна становятся желтыми

Dark windows are yellow,
Rooms again in captivity curtains.
Someone slaps worn boots.
Chandelier rumbles glass pendants.

Books open, eyes closed,
Fresh dreams come close slowly.
Someone from the toils of the evening boredom,
A look at the ceiling staring vacantly.

The city is silent, flaring lights,
Dull rattle someone candle.
Lady admiring the old letters,
What sent her love Petka.

Time stood still, run moments
Someone sheets filled thoughts.
Again, the vision will come to the patient,
Just cling to the sagging bed.

Streets are drowning in an empty silence,
Squares were frozen in the light of lanterns.
Parents of children reading stories.
Keys whirled in the door lock.

Dark windows become yellow.
Some homeless, wandering the streets,
He plops boots worn again.
The clock permanently cool.

The city is silent, flaring lights,
Was quiet smile, silent shadows.
Cats huddled in the corners under the sofa.
The branches of trees, corners plexus ...