Текст песни Продавец Снов - Мой город спит

My city sleeps, only I sit in silence
And I am writing a word word for the word ..
But it will be a day, and you will need to live.
But there will be a day - and nothing else.

There will be noise, and birds of invisible cry,
And it will reflect the morning in dusty mirrors.
And I, as an outsider viewer,
I catch dawn in open eyes.

And fractional hum of distant trains
I will be lost in the dream involuntarily.
At that very dream where love died,
And where it does not hurt me.

But it will be a day, a little later than always,
And again noise, and the sun will be again
Hide in clouds without a trace ..
And there will be a day, but nothing else.

My desires will die
And instead of snow-white birds
Only stones will remain.