Текст песни Татьяна Буланова - Белые ночи

This night is like a day, everything is not as always,
Everything is familiar around, but not so.
Enchanted world, the world of magical palaces,
The world of beautiful poems and not yet told words.

White nights will soon pass, white birds again south.
And white down will turn into snow,
White Wings, White Winter,
We are covered and we see dreams,
We see dreams, from past years.

On prospectuses fly, your chariots,
Cut candles in homes, the ball is.
How they loved, life burning dotley,
Leaving a whisper of centuries, and not my pedestal.

White nights will soon pass, white birds again south.
And white down will turn into snow,
White Wings, White Winter,
We are covered and we see dreams,
We see dreams, from past years.