Midnight.
Not a sound from the pavement,
Has the moon lost her memory,
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan.
Полночь.
Мир безмолвия полон,
И луна одиноко
Улыбается мне.
В лунном свете
Танцуют листья медленный вальс.
Ветер их несёт к луне.
Пляшут листья, свет струится
Цвета перламутра,
Ночь бледнеет, фонари тускнеют,
И скоро будет утро.
Memory.
All alone in the moonlight,
I can smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then,
I remember the time,
I knew what happiness was,
Let the memory live again.
Burnt out ends of smoky days,
The still cold smell of morning.
A street lamp dies, another night is over,
Another day is dawning.
Touch me,
It is so easy to leave me,
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun...
Midnight.
Not a sound from the pavement,
Has the moon lost her memory,
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan.
Полночь.
Мир безмолвия полон,
И луна одиноко
Улыбается мне.
В лунном свете
Танцуют листья медленный вальс.
Ветер их несёт к луне.
Пляшут листья, свет струится
Цвета перламутра,
Ночь бледнеет, фонари тускнеют,
И скоро будет утро.
Memory.
All alone in the moonlight,
I can smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then,
I remember the time,
I knew what happiness was,
Let the memory live again.
Burnt out ends of smoky days,
The still cold smell of morning.
A street lamp dies, another night is over,
Another day is dawning.
Touch me,
It is so easy to leave me,
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun...
