Текст песни Ядвига Поплавская и Александр Тиханович - Любви прощальный бал

Echo Night street,
This is - your quiet voice.
Waver shadows on the wall,
Maybe you come to me.

You get up quietly by the fire,
Ask, "Do you love me?".
Just not say anything in response,
As if there is no answer.

But it is not my fault,
The fact that we love our names,
The fact that she has your steps,
Your hands and your eyes.
My love on the cheek a tear,
My love - a farewell ball.
In the twilight of the hall ...

I hear the music without words,
I know - this is not love,
You just fly into the light
through the memory of past years.

Sit quietly by the fire,
You say: "Forgive me."
Again not say anything in response,
As if there is no answer.

But it is not my fault,
The fact that we love our names,
The fact that she has your steps,
Your hands and your eyes.
My love on the cheek a tear,
My love - a farewell ball.
In the twilight of the hall ...