Текст песни Зоя Ященко и Белая Гвардия - С крыши город

From the roof of the City of Light on,
From the roof of the city was more
It rests on the railing fingers
Black vozdyh ingested bitter.
Voice torn at the bottom of the larynx,
I wanted to daylight.
Wind sliver hurled on the roof
Two broken silyeta.

Only gods and only children
They rise at such heights,
Above the roof klybilos sky
Above the sky was love:
nedostypnaya, unearthly,
Leaving in the cold star,
Ledenev chyzhie dyshi,
It warms ysnyvshy city.

That's it, I'm not vizhy.
This omyt a bottomless!
It remains under the stars
not love and do not love.
Uhozhy on the night road
From spring symasbrodstva,
Each ylitsey unbearable
Oschyschayu his orphanage.