Текст песни Лихолесье - Ночной гость

Stuffy thoughts are born at midnight
He hides them in the fog of cigarette smoke
He never aimed at the sky
And if you shot, then every time by.
Hiding faces and roofs under the snow
Tears off frozen leaves from trees
He put to sleep a lullaby
And in the spring he will be awakened by a robbery whistle.

He chooses between "closer" and "further"
But looking at his fingers whispers: "Easy"
And the stars fly in the palm of the tired
To warm them with new hope.

I am a night visitor - I sing in a whisper
But in silence it is strange to hear your voice
And watch the sun move
Hiding a nameless word in his pocket.
The walls keep their breath and songs
Farewell speeches creak underfoot
Night guests flock together
In search of a new roof over their heads.

They choose between "closer" and "further"
Their faces are light but sad as before
And again the stars in the palms of the tired
Heal old wounds with new hope.