Текст песни После Одиннадцати - на мотив ночи

Scared me mists given meadows
And with crude curbs with a white shroud.
If I zadremlyu, wake, girlfriend,
Thawing breath of lifeless heart.
What the echo came and from where?
It is the wind in the glass, my miracle!
Nes you necklaces, where they burned dawns.
What is thrown on the road, deprived?
Without you and the bird dry with grief,
Not squirts juice grapes green.
What the echo came and from where?
It is the wind in the glass, my miracle!
And no one can say, the snow fairy tale,
How I loved you in the misty dawn,
When it is drizzling incessantly
And sliding nest on branches bezlistym.
What the echo came and from where?
It is the wind in the glass, my miracle!