Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Романс Най-Турса

We have long been over thirty,
Horses race on the heels.
Do not shoot yourself go,
Mr. Captain?

Shine onion-domed tower
The sweet-blue sky.
Is not it time to try
Wooden overcoat?

Days latest evil scheme
Finish the fate of the piano ...
Do our ladies time to
Black wear the veil?

We are in the last gasp of the Three Graces
Slender body compress.
Is not it time to stay
In fact, what the mother has given birth to?

 Let's play our game,
 Open the card and go no trump.
 And death is red, my dear, in the world,
 Why wait until the tears dry out?
 Let's play our game,
 Last con and expensive rates.
 And death is red, my dear, in the world,
 Why wait until the others leave?