Текст песни Как эта ночь пуста, ст. А. Передреева - Музыка В. Байдина

How this night is empty

How this night is empty where no one is
How this city is empty and deaf at night ...
We stay, my friend, only a song,
Not all is lost, my friend!

The lines of strings on their guitar,
Confined strings to ancient way,
In which everything is in bloom and full swing:
"Night shine, Moon was full of garden! .."

And do not look, I do not sing,
That I closed my palms ...
I'm nothing, my friend, I do not forget
I remember everything you did not forget!

All that is noted by the fate
And so sounds - on the heart and on the ear,
What we all do not feed with you, -
Not all is lost, my friend!

Still strings stretched to pain,
Still in the soul so unresarison
That beauty born in the pure field
The sorrow of the one that the distance breathes.

And expensive russian road
Still heard, not even words,
To disassemble afar-distant
A familiar ringing of forgotten buberets.

And expensive russian road
Still heard, not even words,
To disassemble afar-distant
Familiar ringing of babins ...

Poems A. Peresvedev

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That the coming year?..
However, - with the coming!