Текст песни Алексей Горбунов - Людвик Ашкенази, Радио

There is no radio station on earth
which would convey
the hopes and fears of a sleepless night
head thrown over the pillow,
bare feet dropping to the cold floor
hot night whisper,
the creak of a door, the click of a switched off night light,
questions turned into the darkness outside the window:
When will you be back? Where are you?
Why do not you eat? What's the matter?
The radio has its own program:
brass music, then "Heroic"
and again a brass band ...

(translated by M. Rellib)