Текст песни Геннадий Жуков - Над градом ломкого стекла...

Over hail brittle glass moon hung,
Steppe - a circle of silver - blossomed.
He crawled around on the fence, climbed into the nettles,
In someone else's window.
I went to the candle through the foliage,
I went to the candle through the foliage.
Now the two of us.

We had a lot of, I, fate, and so on.
Not suddenly, suddenly came to one.
Now the two of us.
Love kissing hands, and everything.
Drank tea, funny drawing,
Now the two of us.

Fate fell asleep and left, tired of us.
And he sat on the edge of the table, chatted feet.
There's far has closed the circle of his love.
And the fate of it, it and all that.
Still harping on the little ones - fed up.
We had two rooms,
Such a deal.

Lying on the roof, on the moon and the moonlight.
And I went to sleep and in a dream he came down, came down from the dew.
What a wonder - a poet, they became a lot.
Destiny, road, day vow of love to the grave.
What a wonder - a poet, we have become many.
Destiny, road, day vow of love to the grave.