Текст песни Алексей Никонов - Вот ночь и белые фонари

Here is the night and the white lights
Like a decoration for love.
Here is a curtained window.
You don’t look at him, it’s
Closed by a colored curtain.
Here is a white, thin fishing line -
Smoke factory chimney.
The pillars sway softly
The city is silent, screaming
For a very short moment.
This instant has no edge
And I accept it!