Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Голова принцессы де Ламбаль

This flexible, passionate body
Crowd trampled me underfoot
And over him outraged, section ...
And on the body
I do not dare
I look ...
But I was cut off from the body,
throwing rags
Sore meat on the stone ...
And the Parisian beggars
I claimed in street hustle,
Who - that drinking alcohol in the tavern,
I threw on a wet counter ...
Kuafer I picked up,
I comb my blond curls,
He had painted my cheeks,
And powdered ...
And then, all beaten, wounded
Dirty hand
As the ball is curled, painted her,
I'm at the peak soared above the crowd
Brewfest thyrsus ...
               Carried orgy.
He sang in the sacred madness people.
And, apparently, at a ball at Versailles, I ...
The smooth dance turns and carries ...
Similarly flame hummed tunes,
And a narrow prison
In the tower of the Temple to the Queen's window
I picked up the People's messenger ...