Текст Barclay James Harvest – Night

The world outside my window slowly passes by
As I gaze on the dim glow of the evening sky
Where every breath that I take becomes a vapour cloud
That wraps itself around me to hide me from the crowd

Then like a wall descending
Night will the day be ending
And it’s if as though by magic
Everything’s become so tragic
Become so tragic

I turn and look behind me and all the crowd have gone
And though they’re all around me I feel I am alone
The sounds of day have vanished and I find in their place
There is an awesome silence, of life there is no trace

Then like a wall descending
Night will the day be ending
And it’s if as though by magic
Everything’s become so tragic
Become so tragic

The world outside my window slowly passes by
As I gaze on the dim glow of the evening sky
Where every breath that I take becomes a vapour cloud
That wraps itself around me to hide me from the crowd

Then like a wall descending
Night will the day be ending
And it’s if as though by magic
Everything’s become so tragic
Become so tragic