Текст песни Урфин Джюс - Ночное воскресенье

When the shadow of the city on
Outstretched iron chain,
Rows of silent buildings
Come to life, like a ghost over the abyss.

Go, go to intoxication
Abandon the life of one hour,
acquainted release
Under the glitter eye disgraced,
That the world is unlikely Nastola
From freedom a moment to succumb.
The world does netrevozhim,
While the sovereign night.

In the fog of a long street
Showing white dim dawn,
Here everything is dead and deserted,
And no night colors.

(B. Bruce-A. Pantykin)