BANZAIR - Проклятая ночь (heavy slow version of the 1997 song)

CRAZY NIGHT Beyond the night — the dim light of cold stars. Open your eyes a little – the emptiness of false dreams. We discovered a secret — it was like in a dream. But the fire has gone out—you don’t believe me anymore. You’re leaving, and you’re taking your name away, Leaving only the breath heat. Thrice cursed, This damn night! No, I can’t This black day to drive away. I’m tired of thoughts, I’m tired of prophetic dreams, From suffocating days and changeable winds. Anticipating joy, or maybe trouble, Remembering the sweetness, I shout in a half-delirium: “You will come back, the hour will come! You’ll understand everything, just not now.“ Midnight again… There is no burning caress, there is no fire. Only cold, Sleepless night cold without you.