Текст песни Стас Пьеха - Спи моя бессоница

Haunting quiet sapoyu night, but on the outskirts of
Windmills slow down.
Sleep, my worrying, sleep, my insomnia,
And in a dream you will see a pink sunrise.

Sweep the stairs maple leaves bright.
Nowhere to go with us now, the night we sing a song.
Back to countries mound powdered with hot,
Wolf serenade - pink sunrise.

What a rustling fancies? This is a dream coming down,
And the stars in the sky carries highway.
What dream - come true, who hurt - ripped apart.
Painted Dreams, Pink distance ...

The room is decorated with a silver moon,
But not for long pampered by her sky.
Wake up, dear, fulfilled all the dreams.
For travel along the window pink sunrise ...

1998