Московские окна [Moskovskiye okna] [English translation]

Once again the sky darkens above,

And the windows started to burn in the dusk.

Here my friends live.

And, holding my breath

I peer into the night's windows.

Here my friends live.

And, holding my breath

I peer into the night's windows.

I like to dream under the windows,

I can read them like books

And guarding the dear light,

And worrying and beckoning,

They, like people, look at me.

And guarding the dear light,

And worrying and beckoning,

They, like people, look at me.

I, like in years passed, once again

Under your window I'm ready to stand.

And to the light of its rays

I always hurry faster

Like to a date in my youth.

And to the light of its rays

I always hurry faster

Like to a date in my youth.

I admire you on nights,

I wish, windows, happiness to you...

He's been precious to me from years long passed,

And there's nothing brighter than it -

In-extinguishing light of Moscow's windows.

He's been precious to me from years long passed,

And there's nothing brighter than it -

In-extinguishing light of Moscow's windows.

He's been precious to me from years long passed,

And there's nothing brighter than it -

In-extinguishing light of Moscow's windows.

• Artist:Lyudmila Gurchenko