Sophia montage 3

“The Stolen Night“ perfomed by Al. Serov. Sliding into fathomless pit I whisper you about twenty times, That it’s impossible to be apart And it’s impossible to be together. I reached out my hand for sheet You responded up the call by chance. Having taken another’s spring, The soul feels hurt and sad. Remembering the all women’s names, I turn your name out of my heart. You are my casual wife And the stolen night is around. What a pity, my beauty, - The daybreak waves out the window. So,