Текст песни Другая Надежда - Ночь

Night

1. Night, the fortress of the wind, and black crystal,
Wax frames your fingers.
Reason gets cold, and bitter almonds
It is my medicine.
The stuffy and tart smoke of cigarettes
Dreams of idle limits
Hoarse hoarse cold office
Slow execution.

2. This is not me, this is someone from outside
Raves in his space, -
Tough phrases with the heading “not”
Inflated inconstancy.
How many we multiply in those others!
We are looking for reasons, meaning ...
The candles melted, the wind died down
And silence, like a shot ...