Текст песни Роберт Рождественский - Ночью

How quiet in the world!
 How warm ...
 And if in this silence
you - to me in spite
spite yourself -
 tired of thinking about me!
 And I dialed the number jerkily.
And silently opened the door ...
 I may even be a stranger
with him - knocked now.
And if I’m familiar,
so well: he is sensitive.
He has a soul ...
 And in the palm of your hand you go to him
 whitening and trembling!
You don’t understand anything ...
 And the sheets are like thin smoke ...
And you call him - forgotten
 - in my name!
And you fall, half dead.
 And suffocate from tears.
And whisper hot words.
 All of those. All the most. Seriously!
 And dusk - as if inflamed.
And very drunk in my head ...
Telephone operator - about his:
 "Hello! Who to call in Moscow? .. "
 "Who will come ..."
You must be
 And if he is, then ...
Then let it cross out forever
 your phone!..
 From the darkness comes a slow pain.
And I'm already laughing at her!
It's funny that I’m quarreling with you like that,
 then again reconcile!
And I try to soften my thoughts,
all in anticipation of a thunderstorm ...
 How long the phone is silent!
How loud the clock is ticking!
 How quiet in the world!