Текст песни Александр Войнаровский - Вспышки

Day after day, fly away
Only one thing consistently
Every endless night
You come in dreams.

Every time I go to bed
Only with the hope that the dream
You get tired of flying in the Milky Way
And come to me.

Again, I see from the window
As the moon low over the ground
Among the stars undisturbed
Many years have passed
But you shine me in the mist
This continuous, pitch-black.

Flashes of light banish darkness
Then dissolve,
On the ground, around the hour of metered,
And nothing else.

Night will be held, followed by the dawn,
I wake up at the same place.
I light a candle and nineteen,
And we're resurrected.