Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Прощальный ужин

Today languid moon,
As a captive princess,
Sad, thoughtful, pale
And hopelessly in love.

Today, music is sick,
Hardly sounds melodiously.
It is whimsical and tender,
And cold, and wrathful.

Today is our last day
The seaside restaurant,
She fell to the terrace shadow
Lighted lamps in the fog ...

Low tide lazily weaves along the bottom
Foam lace patterns.
We invited the silence
At our farewell dinner.

Thank you, dear friend,
During secret meetings,
During the unforgettable words
And passionate recognition.

They are the bright lights,
Burning in my storm.
During those golden days
Stolen Happiness.

Thank you for your love,
Similar to flour,
Because you gave me back
Acquainted with the pain of separation.

For the entrancing power
Captivating body
For the divine passion
What both of us sang.

I raise my glass
For the inevitability of change,
For your new path
And new treason.

I do not envy,
Who is waiting for you there, yearning ...
For the return to it
A glass of your silence I drink!

I know. I'm not the one
Who you want to be happy.
And he - another ... But let him wait,
While we'll finish dinner!

I know, even ships
Need marina.
But it is not like me! Not us
Vagrants and artists!

A. Vertinsky 1939