For once, for once,
in my dream you arrive more and more beautiful
and meekly I walk with you
along the blue paths of night.
For once, for once,
I hurry to meet you in time
on some hill, at some threshold,
in the forgotten harbour on some shore.
In the night city, in the sleepy streets,
the sidewalk below us rings softly,
and we're going nowhere,
I'm crazy, I'm still crazy about you.
In the dark room of the old house,
white icon - your face.
Memories glow and gently embrace me,
I'm crazy, I'm still crazy about you.
For once, for once,
I hurry to meet you in time
on some hill, at some threshold,
in the forgotten harbour on some shore.
For once, for once,
in my dream you arrive more and more beautiful
and meekly I walk with you
along the blue paths of night.
In the night city, in the sleepy streets,
the sidewalk below us rings softly,
and we're going nowhere,
I'm crazy, I'm still crazy about you.
In the dark room of the old house,
white icon - your face.
Memories glow and gently embrace me,
I'm crazy, I'm still crazy about you.