Текст песни ДДТ и Юрий Шевчук - Вот, сижу я у окна

Here I sit at the window,
Oh, I look at the road
Oh, I pray silently to God -
Well, when it comes?
Oh, I pray silently to God -
Well, when it comes?

But one well field
I see in front of you.
All overgrown with grass.
Sweet sweet on her own.
All overgrown with grass.
Sweet sweet on her own.

And dale mountain, dark wood,
Forest sad, dense forest.
And to spruce fir climbed,
Clear months young.
And to spruce fir climbed,
Clear months young.

With his brash light
Blinded intoxicating sky.
Stars shine ringing laugh.
Oh, fly to the sky, I would ...

And to see there -
Long-awaited you.
We see only this miracle -
I will, I believe ...
I will, I believe ...
I will, I believe ...