Текст песни Иван Скобцов - Крошка

It’s just getting a little dark
I'll wait for the bell to flicker
Come my dear baby
Come sit out in the evening.

I put out the candles in front of the mirror, -
The fireplace is light and warm;
I’ll listen to funny speeches
To relieve my heart again.

I’ll listen to those childhood dreams
For whom - all the sparkle ahead;
Thanks tears every time
They boil in my chest.

Until dawn with a careful hand
I’ll tie your handkerchief in a knot again
And along the walls lit up by the moon
I'll take you to the gates.