Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Місяць

The moon is circling, the moon is circling,
There are no asterisks in the sky.
The moon is circling, the captive is circling,
And outside the window - still winter.

Blots in the eyes, mysterious steps
And on his lips sweet whispers

2.
The moon wanders, still stubborn.
Tangled in the clouds, in the depths of loneliness.
Wandering the moon, wandering everyday,
Wanders without a purpose.

Silk Night reaches out,
Candlelight dance - amazing moves.

3.
The moon burns, the silver burns vigilant
Frightened in the bay of his reflection.
The moon burns, the crazy one burns,
Disappears in the flames of debris.

The dark bird reduces the minutes,
Sweet horror fades away from me.

Fall asleep in the house,
In the starry desert
The world is much better,
The knife of his house.