Текст песни Юрий Наумов - Этой Ночью

This night

For a thousand thousand nights, the night hits below the belt so that sparks from eyes, sparks from eyes ...
The sun burns with a billion candles, but all these candles burn to the ground in the evening.
And now a thousand thousand nights a faceless haze rejoices over the cities.
And the day ends in a draw every evening, but at midnight a steel needle, a steel needle enters his heart.
That night, someone walked along the plowed strip and left no trace.
And someone stabbed the firmament with a knife, and blue mica fell down with a crash.
And no one heard the rattle of breaking hands of the world's most correct clock.
The whole outpost was asleep as if killed, and there was no one to come to their plaintive call, their plaintive call,
their plaintive call, their plaintive call ...
This night!!
We came here tonight and we rush through the shadows to the moon that shines for us.
This night we came here and we are torn through walls and glass to the moon that shines for us.
On our bellies we make our way to the stars through the spirals of thorns through which the current is passed.
And while the machine-gun nests are silent, it still suffers, but until dawn and nothing more.
And forgetting to wrap the pliers with tape, we bite meter by meter of the barbed fabric.
Our blood turns into electrolyte, but we are alive, and only from burns marks on our hands.
But the moon is full of blood this night, and it is reflected in our tears.
And she becomes naked in our tears and becomes the sun, but how - I cannot say.
And at the moment of eclipses, we are torn from the sun to shreds in order to extract for a moment the inner light.
And at such moments, from the cracks of the forever blind, songs are born to highlight the century.
And when the shining ball becomes a gaping wound, the light will be silent, but by the will of the creator
Flying prominences in the world will drill someone's blind hearts.
Flying in the world ... Flying into the night !!!
But this night becomes past as the moon leaves the sky.
And dawn comes to the earth, but here is a strange thing, with dawn another war comes to the earth, another war ...
And the sun at its zenith burns so dazzlingly that it is dark in the eyes.
And machine-gun nests sing at the top of their voices by blind chicks that can fly from birth.
Fantastically fast to fly ...
Stunningly fast to fly ...
Fly killingly fast ...
All this means that this night as well as the thousand thousand nights has already died.
The night ends in a draw every morning, but at noon a golden needle enters her heart.
And if day and night death is engendered by death, so where is the force that called us?
I realized: last night we were torn through the shadows to the sun, which shines inside our eyes.
Last night we struggled through walls and glass to the sun shining inside our eyes.
Last night we walked through the thorns to the stars that shine inside our eyes ...
"But aren't there too many hallucinogens?" one of you will ask ...
But aren't there too many hallucinogens? - some of you will ask ... some of you ... some of you ... some of you ...
Hallucinogens ... Hallucinogens ... Hallucinogens ...
But aren't there too many hallucinogens? one of you will ask ...
some of you ... some of you ...
Hallucinogens ... Hallucinogens ... Hallucinogens ...
some of you ... some of you ...
But isn't it too much ... But isn't it too much ... But isn't it too much ...
But aren't there too many hallucinogens ... hallucinogens ... hallucinogens ...
But tomorrow night, someone will remain alive to tell those who came later about us ...
This night ... Last night ... Tomorrow night ...