Текст песни Жестокий Романс - Романс о романсе

Are not we argue,
Is not it time gives the love?
The naivety of vintage romance
It vividly his nightingales.

That is my only weapon in the prime of fate, the only weapon on a slope,
What do I know about the age and about the days?
Open to me the gate to the former
And the onetime my time extended.

Our current undead and destroys us,
But vague hang lilac,
And from the gloomy lace mantillas
Someone always comes down to the garden.

As he is in love, and gentle, and articles.
Oh, Naquin, opened hurry.
You can squander and waste all
But love does not take away the soul.

Reflected il plucked piano
The light of the moon - it's a mystery to the eye.
But singing has always opens
What was hidden for us.

Bleak dawn regards face.
I salutary your songs.
And where would she kept no wicket,
Give not Tom, opened ...