Сверкают украшения фонарей
На Главных улицах Москвы,
А мимо них проходят люди.
Их путей... не знаем мы.

Почти все в черном,
Как театр теней.
Наедине с Судьбой... Суровый люд.
Сверкают отражения фонарей
И холод лют.

И каждый одинок среди людей.
А в сердце... в сердце Ангелы поют...
Или не Ангелы... Сквозь отблеск фонарей
Проходят люди. Холод лют.


22 января 2026


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The lanterns sparkle bright
On Moscow major streets,
With people passing by.
We do not know their ways.

They're almost all in black,[Like in a shadow show]
It's like a shadow show. [They're almost all in black]
Alone with their Fates... 
Stern people passing by.


The lanterns sparkle bright.
The cold is fierce.

And everyone's alone...[Alone in their kind,]
But in their hearts they hear 
The Angels singing sweet...
Or maybe not the Angels...

 
Through the reflection of the lanterns sparkling bright
People are passing by. 
The cold is fierce.

[Reflections of the lanterns sparkle bright
People are passing by
The cold is fierce]


January 22, 2026