My game is over,
I’m too stupid to live
And too wise to die,
But night is still young,
Night is too young.
The flame doesn’t burn yet,
My blood is as cold as mercury,
I doesn’t even hear queer noise,
But night is still young,
Night is too young.
What do you want from me?
I was there and you were here,
We’ve found out only emptiness,
But night is still young,
Night is too young.
I can make you to cry,
You can make me to lie,
We don’t believe in fairy-tales,
But night is still young,
Night is too young.
The night is still young
© Copyright: Александр Демьянов, 2003
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