And in the evening silence, As if in hidden smoke, I'm losing off

And in the evening silence, As if in hidden smoke, I'm losing off-road, All the worries, all the troubles. A warm wind caresses the shoulders, Forget everything, what was before, Only light and shadows dance, I am alone in this world. The light flickers, Rises, Hanging on the edge of fate, Here I catch every glance, Every whisper, every sound. And over the Neva River a soft fog covers again, The smell of hashish, thoughts up, And I go. And I dream.