Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Сон

I want to quickly go to sleep
And to wake up very early,
And in the howling storm
His step over the threshold,
And go in the snow up to his waist
At the station, to the first train,
All times are disturb
And each other to bring us back.

It will be a night like hollow room,
Month in a carnival mask,
As in the old terrible tale,
What I told the wind.
But, according to the schedule,
Outside the window flashed the building,
And the final expectations
Approaching Station.

I'll come, do not call,
And do not you open the door for me,
But it will not rest
Worried motive.
You will enter usually,
surprise frankly
And look, it is
Nothing without saying.

A sunrise is not put out -
Horizon already ripped.
On this night, a huge city
Blizzard whole zaporoshit.
Like two clouds in the sky,
Will we have to wear in the snow,
And in the morning I leave,
And we will live before.