Semargloff son Проклятая ночь (video clip)

DAMN NIGHT Beyond the night is the dim light of cold stars. Open your eyesthe emptiness of false dreams. We discovered the secret it was like a dream. But the fire has gone out you no longer believe me. You leave, and you take your name away, Leaving only the breath heat. Thrice cursed, This damned night No, I can t This black day to drive away. I m tired of thoughts, I m tired of prophetic dreams, From suffocating days and changeable winds. Anticipating the pleasure, or, perhaps, trouble, Remembering the sweetness, I cry out in a halfdelirium: You will return, the hour will come You will understand everything, but not Midnight again There is no burning caress, no fire. Only the cold, A sleepless night, cold without you.