night is rustling o'er our heads,
like vampire's fleeting cape
we are passing right ahead,
we are shunning all these games
let somebody else with grips
of the darkness struggle and fight
we are calm, free and clean
we are passing by a side
even I, til pain in my ears,
gonna laugh will all my might
just as long as the sky is clear
just as long as it's not NIGHT
Ace of spades has fell again
from the worn our deck of cards
and the count is on again,
for who this time bites the dust
you will learn from a broken ship:
life's a river, you must float
cutting wild and fancy wind
and forget the quiet shores
night is rustling o'er our heads,
like vampire's fleeting cape
we are passing right ahead,
we are shunning all these games
and as long as in our chests
little thread never tears
to the Sun we sing our chants
and don't care about the death
Night
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2016
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