Тёмная Комната

Click. The room goes black. There is no turning back. The colors die upon the wire. The ash is cold inside the fire. I stand here in the sudden gloom, A stranger in my living room. The party is over. The party is over. Go home. I am home. The magic trick is done and seen. The tree is looking Sick and green. The wrapping paper On the floor Doesn't sparkle Anymore. I pull the plug out of the wall and Watch the little Kingdom fall. The party is over. The party is over. Go home. I am home. Darkness Is a heavy blanket. Darkness is a heavy friend. It's the beginning. It's the end