Леонид Сергеев - Ночная баллада
текст песни

When in the sky, like on a photo film
Sharp stars appear,
And soft night, like a veil,
Turn the windows until the morning.

An old janitor goes outside,
With a scoop, a broom, and a white beard,
Which for greater convenience,
The cloth of the cloth is put for the apron.

He slowly wanders through quiet squares,
The streets are empty and lonely,
A broom sweeping someone's conversations
Left in the squares by chance.

Tender confessions fall into the scoop,
Who simply did not have enough space
When the magical sound of the speeches is pleasant,
Heat filled his heart to the brim.

And the questions are fit nearby,
About children, about business and weather,
And the opinions of one of the passers-by,
That is not fresh now.

The old janitor wanders through the alleys,
Carries a scoop with daytime sounds,
Which are becoming louder,
As the scoop is filled.

And not to wake up tired for a day,
The old man takes off her apron linen,
And very carefully covers
The noble sounding is not at the time.

When all the sounds slowly silent,
He enters the house on the worn steps,
And covering the doors covering,
It lights two candles from the match.

Then he sits in a comfortable chair,
Takes glasses in a torn frame,
And slowly from the scoop removes the apron,
Trying not to drop anything.

And begins to twist the words chain,
Dry, slightly trembling hands,
Laying aside for a candle
Fake and sharp words.

When the chain of words is already ready,
He carefully folds the links
Sadness to hope, meeting for parting,
And divides the entire chain in half.

And flocks of words free and high,
Rush into the silence of frozen streets,
What would you return to people in the morning,
Like echoes of hiding stars.