Сказки (Skazki)

Street lights go out, it's time to climb onto the roof
Hear how often the neighbors are breathing
And loving each other and losing themselves in sleep
And the beauty is hiding secrets under her pillow… yes…

It's ok it doesn't hurt them
They didn't touch the stars
You are not reading me my favorite bedtime fairy tales
And I'm skulking off to the roof

It's cold being naked, transmitters are swaying
The last tram doesn't meet in the depot
Lazy naughtiness of the last week
So little time is left till the first blizzard… yes…

It's ok it doesn't hurt them
They didn't touch the stars
You are not reading me my favorite bedtime fairy tales
And I'm skulking off to the roof