Текст песни Филипп Киркоров - Ночной бал

Trim, violinist, bow string,
Sound will wake silence
And hit the ball night
Sad and crazy.

To us the star flies in the night,
This ball will be separated.
With you last time
We dance now.

Chorus:
Ah, no one, char-sorcere
Do not rush, do not rush to dawn!
Separation - flour and villain,
The pain of the soul, separation - the pain of the soul.
(2)

Everything melts as a mirage,
And our last dance,
And violins quiet sound
And tenderness of the eyes and hands.

Be what happens all the fate
You will not remember the ball.
In the night lights tent
You give dance to me.

Chorus. (3)

Oh, no, do not rush!