Ночной город | Версия на английском |

Блюз о шагах, что звучат в ритме сердца, и тишине, в которой живёт душа.




Текст песни

The night city’s dreaming, yet awake,
In its windows — strangers’ fates.
I walk along the roads with no words,
And hear the asphalt whisper beneath my feet.

The lights are flickering like a pulse on my hand,
Someone’s rushing, but I’m just within myself.
I walk, not hurrying anywhere,
’Cause my home is where my soul plays its tune.

Neon reflects in the puddles,
So beautiful, the pain’s not needed.
Every step — a rhythm without words,
Every breath — a verse without notes.

The lights are flickering like a pulse on my hand,
Someone’s rushing, but I’m just within myself.
I walk, not hurrying anywhere,
’Cause my home is where my soul plays its tune.

And maybe tomorrow I’ll find the sign,
But tonight I’m closer to the glow of streetlights.
I live in the shadow, but I’m not alone —
This city of nights walks with me.




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