Текст песни Александр Иванов - Сердце поэта

The night will bring the usual route
Taxis at the door in the stairwell cold
And leaving the comfort of home
I rush to the city

Past the windows of high-rise buildings
Lead highways thread
Under the rays of searchlights
People erect City

And wake up something inside me
Ascend to the holy abode
For heaven's eyes in silence
Inspiration humble supplicant

And execute the verdict of fate
Tracer bullets in the sky burning
The heart of the poet shot at
Night shoot raindrops

Night put everything in places
In the theater of shadows is no free role
Someone in an easy shot restaurant
Someone suffering from pain

Passing among these and the
Midnight Taxi leaning against the door
Thinking how you all
I passed through the heart

And wake up something inside me
Ascend to the holy abode
For heaven's eyes in silence
Inspiration humble supplicant

And execute the verdict of fate
Tracer bullets in the sky burning
The heart of the poet shot at
Night shoot raindrops