This week was so great
and so short as star's flight
that I can't understand: —
It's already last night.

I think everybody
of us is in plight.
It isn't some tragic
It's simply last night

I hope that everything
will be all right
It's not a great problem
It is simply last night

My feeling's so strong
and deep, and sharp, and bright
But it isn't a love
It is simply last night...

And something wet and salt
is preventing from my sight
But it isn't a tear...
It is simply last night...

Although even crying
is not unpolite
Everyone sees
that it is a last night.

All colors divided
for two: black and white
there isn't a shade
It is simply last night.

You will not believe —
I'm afraid of sun light,
because it will show
the finish of night...