Текст песни Мария Дубинская - Город

The night comes unexpectedly, suddenly; open the door.
Falling asleep tired ruler, after receiving a wife;
Halfupal hero is in no hurry to go to bed;
Lobo warms the murderer of the palm of someone else's fire.

Young prince again secretly bursts, soft light over the table;
The old magician laid his solitaire, about the hope of praying;
Here we dance the Zhtinsky skirts, sleeps the elf under the window -
The Daison Riss is kept, dividing the fate of the king.