Текст песни Полюса - в круге света

Night ruled my sight twists of black hands,
Through closed eyelids I see a bright circle outlined,
What is imagination or fear?
Or night ruled my sight twists of black hands?

I do not bother, I'm melting in the light.
Fear of heights I will bring to the mind itself.
Talk to me a gentle whisper,
I'll be submissive, I will hand and,
Afraid to be inexperienced,
I would deeply inhale the acrid smoke gloomy.

In the circle of light, in a circle of light
Place warmed to me
I his tail comet Vilna,
No response is not a greeting from dusk to dawn
Brooch down and in a circle of light in a moment be lost

Night ruled my sight twists of black hands,
Through closed eyelids I see a bright circle outlined,
What is imagination or fear?
Or night ruled my sight twists of black hands?

Do not tell me a word, not a word lied
I watched fascinated, as they do not interfere with me,
All stood, smiling, but only inside was not invited,
as if they are waiting for something, waiting, waiting