Текст песни Михаил Мокров на стихи Сергея Ефимова - Сегодня ночью

The equipment has already been checked,
And too much will not fit my backpack.
Tonight - march on a business trip
For almost four months ...

There sleep snatches in short dips,
There our cheeks cover beards
To protect the passes from the wind
And from the gorge cold reigning there.

We're not home tonight
Insomnia climbed into our apartments.
Hearts on the ribs of the wives frantically
Yes, the pulse of mothers galloping wild cavalry.

Tonight is sweeter than kisses
But time is even more impatient
When you cry in tears in advance
Her eyes, dear and beautiful.

Increasingly, a look at the clock hands,
And conversations are flavored with silence.
"I do not poke myself into fights and alterations!" -
A holy lie pierces a promise.

And leaving in the early morning freshness,
I feel you cross my back
With love, faith, of course, hope,
So that IT always kept me there ...

© Sergey Efimov