Текст песни Людмила Гурченко - Московские окна

Here again, the sky darkens heights ,
That's windows were lit at dusk .
Live here my friends .
And zataya breath ,
At night I gaze windows .

I can dream under the windows ,
I can , like books, read them.
And , keeping the precious light ,
And fermenting , and enticing ,
They are people who look at me .

I, as in previous years , again
Under the window your ready to stand.
And its light rays
I'm always in a hurry faster
As for the meeting with my youth .

I admire you at night,
I wish the windows, good luck to you !
He is dear to me these many years ,
And it clearly is not -
Moscow windows ever-burning light !