The white night spread its mist over the

The white night spread its mist over the Neva Granite lions stood guarding our peace, like crazy movie guests We created masterpieces out of forbidden news, while the film rolled underground, hiding our traces Arkady sang under the guitar and our poet wrote, because of a slim blonde, a storm arose in the hall Chairs flew and a crystal glass shattered Fists stopped, tables crashed under our weight But the storm passed, anger gone forever The pupils embraced, the whole hall was at peace at the table They were best friends, even though they'd been thrown together And the poet in the corner wrote a verse about wanderers and orphans About broken fates, and grief of broken souls Ah, strings, my guitar sings on, don't stop We flew through years like candle flames Your verse and my voice are one, that sound still echoed through our old times Let the glasses break, giving birth to crazy plots This cabaret-style friendship leaves its mark in eternity, through time and noise Through neon lights and rock Ethnic motifs weave forgotten tunes into new syllables In new beats, cabaret plots come alive again Once more, Arkady sings and the poet pens!