The City of the Blind

Give me your hand, come with me – I'll show you my city., Everyone stays at home here at night And we are glad to have guests. And don't be afraid that it's dark in here. – The sun went out a long time ago And everyone who saw the flash Then in the eyes – blind forever. As in spirit They are guessing their fate Mine and yours. And they will pour tea, They will ask: How is it here? We're doing well. They don't see here and there are no sighted people, They communicate by feeling the veins And if your pulse is worried about screaming – You got to the city of the blind. And the most festive is when fireworks are fired, Bells and fountains are beating. They sing to each other Colored songs. And how is the spirit They are guessing their fate Mine and yours. Sorrows will pour, They will ask: How is it here? We're doing well. And how is the spirit They are guessing their fate Mine and yours. And they will pour tea, They will ask: How is it here? We're doing well. And how is the spirit They ar