Текст песни Алиса Фрейндлих - Глядя на луч пурпурного заката

Looking at the beam of purple sunset,
We stood on the banks of the Neva,
You shook his hand to me, raced without return
That sweet moment, you forget it.
You shook his hand to me, raced without return
That sweet moment, you forget it.

Before the tomb you swore to love the poet,
Afraid of people, fearing an empty rumor.
You have not performed the sacred vows,
His love, and that you have forgotten.
You have not performed the sacred vows,
His love, and that you have forgotten.

But the death of close, close my grave,
When I die, how quiet the noise of the grass,
My voice sounds dull to you and say,
He lived by you, you forget it.
My voice sounds dull to you and say,
He lived by you, you have forgotten it,
Forgot you.