Текст песни блестящие - 07. Московские окна

Here again, the sky rises dark,
So the dark windows lit up.
My friends live here, and breathless,
I peer into the night windows.
My friends live here, and breathless,
I peer into the night windows.

I like to dream under the windows
I can, like books, read them.
And keeping the treasured light, and exciting, and beckoning,
They, like people, are looking at me.
And keeping the treasured light, and exciting, and beckoning,
They, like people, are looking at me.

I, as in the old days again,
Under the window I’m ready to wait.
And to the light of its rays I always hurry faster
Like a date in my youth.
And to the light of its rays I always hurry faster
Like a date in my youth.