Текст песни В. Повшук - Сквозь запотевшее окно

Through the fog on the glass, I see the day comes,
and a little sip of wine inscription, the moon casts a shadow,
blowing rings in the clouds, I see the smoke of Babylon,
and a roof over my rain, and on thy roof rain.

An empty cell in a notebook, you parted ... ??????
again try to write a cloudy spring flight,
on the sidewalks outside lights go out quietly,
they have been not able to burn ...

Through the misted window I see wandering musician
and he looked at my window on the screen.
On one hand breaks trembling, and he will take over the horizon.
A roof over my rain, and rain on the roof of thy ...