Текст песни Песни орлятского круга - Фонари

I'm walking in the night city
Lights shake their heads
Divide rails the whole earth on a flat
At their own and others' stations.
On your own and others' streets
Crossroads, houses, boulevards.
And beneath them the planet is spinning
Under a simple brute force guitar.

la la la la la ...

How rampant time is spinning
How crazy the road flies.
To leave so much we need
And come back so not so much.
We are returning inexorably
To their cities and stations.
A guitar string thoughtfully
She hasn’t said so much to me.

la la la la la ..

Lights from the dawn are squinting
Raise the arc of the tram.
We returned to our beloved streets
Where we have not been for so long.
In the blue air the rain rushes
Spills sparks on a sleeping city.
And the guitar strings are whispering
And they look at the shiny asphalt.