Текст песни Песни нашего века - Свечи - Сгорая , плачут в доме свечи

Am Dm G7 C Am
Night lurking outside the window, the fog had quarreled with the rain,
          Dm G C A7
And this quiet evening, and unrestrained evening.
          Dm G C Am
What a far ethereal, something close, dear.
          DmE7 Am A7
Burning, cry - candles.
What a far ethereal, something close, dear.
Burning, cry - candles.

They seemed to cry about - we're kind of righteous living.
But sometimes in the evening, but sometimes in the evening
We all sit down at the piano, remove the key from the veil,
And light candles.

And candles are crying for people, crying softly, then harder,
And potutshit bitter tears they can not candles.
It is very important for me that is not afraid to wax fire
With candles cry for me, and quietly melting.