Текст песни Александр Постоленко - Луна

Night,
At this late hour
how
Single eye
There,
In the dark abyss shine
Moon.
Before her Paris.
Moon! Ah look, hear -
Moon!
Do you hear the crying of unrequited passion, the cry of the soul?
It is a song of tears,
And it - millions of stars,
Pale - millions of times,
Lights - that burn within us,
Moon

Yes,
Whoever he is:
The poor man and the king himself,
But the pain
From love unhappy all alone, and this pain
It goes into moaning
Plea - it is full,
It takes off - in the pitch darkness,
In the light, he will fly to you,
My moon

There, between distant stars,
Hear - the song of tears,
Moon

There is nothing stronger,
There is nothing more painful,
And - there is nothing more beautiful than you,
Love!..