Semargl’off son - Проклятая ночь (video clip)

DAMN NIGHT Beyond the night is the dim light of cold stars. Open your eyes-the emptiness of false dreams. We discovered the secret — it was like a dream. But the fire has gone out — you no longer believe me. You leave, and you take your name away, Leaving only the breath heat. Thrice cursed, This damned night! No, I can’t This black day to drive away. I’m tired of thoughts, I’m tired of prophetic dreams, From suffocating days and changeable winds. Anticipating the pleasure, or, perhaps, trouble, Remembering the sweetness, I cry out in a half-delirium: “You will return, the hour will come! You will understand everything, but not now.“ Midnight again… There is no burning caress, no fire. Only the cold, A sleepless night, cold without you.