Текст песни Владимир Туриянский - Ноктюрн

Vladimir Turyansky
Rustles on the roofs of darkness,
On the distillations of the train ring, ring.
For tin rollery
A candle burns in one window,
And butterfly in her rays
The glass is clogged sadly head.
Run from smoke cigarettes
Throwing a pistol in the urn
From electricity, calls, from conversations,
From indifference people
From black dust area
And from guitar over the stenobov.
Let's go to the cinema, feed in the movies,
Some black and white dreams
We will dust the dusty ray on the screen,
And someone's faces in the semit
Flashed on a white canvas
In marching mourning frame.
Rustles on the roofs of darkness,
On the distillations of the train ring, ring.
For tin rollery
A candle burns in one window,
And butterfly in her rays
The glass is clogged sadly head.