Московские окна -пер. М. Матусовского

Moscow windows
by Michail Matusovsky

Do you see the skies are turning dark,
And in twilight windows are light?
Here all my friends do live,
Gasping silently my breath,
I'm looking into windows.

I like dream, while gazing at them long,
I can read them, as the books, and more
Their inner light excites,
Lures, calls me with the life...
As if the people they look at me now.

And again I'm ready to stay long
At your window, as if I'm young.
And for its bright and warm light
I'm hasting even fast,
As if to meeting with my youth, that's gone.

I like look at windows at night,
I wish them the only good life.
Their light for many years
Is so dear and so clear -
The Moscow window's eternal light.