Текст песни Леонид Сергеев - Ночная баллада

When in the sky, like on a film
Shy stars appear,
And soft at night, like a bedspread,
Ward windows until the morning.

The street comes out the old janitor,
With a scoop, broom, and white beard,
Which is for greater convenience
Slit for the apron cloth.

He slowly wanders in quiet squares,
On the streets empty and lonely
Broom sweeping someone's conversations
Laugh in the squares of the unstable.

In the scoop, the gentle recognition lay down,
Who just did not have enough space,
When the magic sound of speeches is pleasant,
Heat filled the heart to the edges.

And the questions fit next
About children, about business and weather,
And the opinions of someone from passersby
What is not in summer fresh now.

Wanderers on the alleys Old janitor,
Carries a scoop with daily sounds,
Which are getting louder
As the scoop filling.

And not to wake tired per day,
An old man shoots a linen apron,
And very carefully covers
He sounds not by the time of scoop.

When all the sounds slowly wiggle,
He is included in the house along the Stopanny Steps,
And the coolest door covering
From the match ignites two candles.

Then he sits in a chair ...
Takes glasses in the appropriate frame,
And slowly from the scoop removes apron,
Trying nothing to drop.

And begins to vote from the words chain,
Dry, slightly trembling hands,
Putting aside for the candle
Fake and sharp words.

When the chain of words is ready,
He cautiously folds the links,
Sadness to hope, meeting to break,
And divides the entire chain in half.

And flock words are free and high
Rushing in the silence of frozen streets,
What b in the morning to come back to people,
How the echoes of the hidden stars.