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
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 [bad word] Tonight will be a memory too
And the new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
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 [bad word] 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

Look
new day has begun