Текст песни Камбурова Елена - Вот опять окно...

Here again the window,
Where again they do not sleep.
Maybe they drink wine,
Maybe - so they sit.
Or simply - hands
Do not separate the two.
In every house, friend,
There is a window like this.

Not from candles, from lamps, the darkness was lit:
From sleepless eyes!

Scream of separation and meetings -
You, the window in the night!
Maybe hundreds of candles,
Maybe three candles ...
No, and no mind
To my rest.
And in my house
It was got such.

Pray, my friend, for a sleepless house,
Out the window with fire!