Midnight Not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Memory All alone in the moonlight I can dream of the old days Life was beautiful then, I remember The time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat A fatalistic warning Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters And soon it will be morning
Daylight I must wait for the sun rise I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in When the dawn comes Tonight will be a memory too And the new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days The stale cold smell of morning A street lamp dies Another night is over Another day is dawning
Touch me! It's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me You'll understand what happiness is
Память. Блики лунного света. Уведи меня, память, В полуночную сень. Там я встречу потерянное счастье свое, Новой жизни новый день.
Память. Я одна в лунном свете Снова грежу о прошлом, О былой красоте. Снова вижу растаявшее счастье свое, Каждый светлый прошлый день.
Дымный вечер злого дня, Прогорклый утра запах. Бледнеет ночь, И новый день тихонько Бредет на мягких лапах.
Солнце. Юный свет новой жизни. Я должна ждать рассвета И подняться с колен. И с восходом, я знаю, станет памятью ночь И начнется новый день.
Солнце блещет в летних листьях И блестит и тает... Лепестками на краю рассвета Память облетает
Боже! Как легко меня бросить С этой памятью горькой что крадется как тень Дай мне силы Чтоб вновь вернулось счастье мое...
Пусть начнется новый день...
Daylight See the dew on the sunflower And a rose that is fading Roses whither away Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn I am waiting for the day . . .
Midnight Not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan
Memory All alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp Seems to beat a fatalistic warning Someone mutters And the streetlamp gutters And soon it will be morning
Daylight I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I musn't give in When the dawn comes Tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days The stale cold smell of morning The streetlamp dies, another night is over Another day is dawning
Touch me It's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me You'll understand what happiness is