Текст песни Варвара Визбор - Сумерки

Dusk. You raise your eyes from paintings.
Twilight clear lines hide.
Twilight. They are very difficult for you to shine.
Twilight shine differently.

Twilight. The night of the road threshold is worth.
Twilight. Waves of the coming wind.
Twilight. I distinguish in your drawings
Call of these twilights light.

Twilight. Somewhere almost in anticipation of fire.
Twilight. Things of silver ohut.
Twilight is almost about me,
So, consider, we are familiar.