Текст песни Вадим Зубов - Белая ночь

Here, last fall, it was the winter,
I'm going on the fly all the crazy,
I remember colored houses,
and as the grass was green fringe,
and as we stand on the palace bridge
and how you turned to face the palace,
and how the bridge and the palace you to face ...
ah, thank the Creator!

And it was dark, but, as it were - light,
and in the air - like spilled wine,
and all agreed that we are destined,
and it seems like we're all in this together ...
a white night like a silver dream
and the city floating in silence, weightless,
and time is forgetting style,
and everything - in unison!

Oh, my God, what a great calm!
it can even be touched by hand.
rough granite will keep forever
the warmth of your hands and cheeks blush ...
ah, I went to the sublime style,
I thought again let fly ...
probably time for me to finish the verse.
goodbye and sorry ...