“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