The Lamp Burns Low

1970s Soviet orchestral pop-estrada with lush, romantic arrangement. Sweeping legato string sections, warm mellow brass swells, jazzy clean electric guitar comping, upright and electric bass walking a mid-tempo 80-100 BPM sway, brushed and light kit drums, occasional oriental-flavored melodic ornaments and vibraphone shimmer. Analog tube-warm mono-leaning production, gentle plate reverb, soft tape compression. A supple high lyrical male tenor delivers melodic phrasing with rich expressive vibrat

[Verse 1] You left your gloves beside the stair, And winter held them in its hand. I found your note beneath the chair, The ink still blue, the paper tan. [Chorus] Come back when evening folds the day, When rooftops turn to quiet gold. I’ll keep the little lamp alight, And save the words we never told. [Verse 2] The tram goes rattling past the square, A baker sweeps the morning snow. Your old red scarf is hanging there, As if you might return once more. [Chorus] Come back when evening folds the day, When rooftops turn to quiet gold. I’ll keep the little lamp alight, And save the words we never told. [Instrumental] [Outro] The lamp burns low; the streets grow still. I leave the door unlocked tonight.