Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Пани Ирэна, С Днем Рожденья

I am insanely afraid of golden captivity
Your copper-snake hair
I am in love with your thin name "Irena"
And in the traces of your tears.

I am in love with your proud Polish hands,
In this blood blue kings,
In this pallor of the face, to delight, to flour
My burned song.

Is it possible to forget these children's shoulders,
This bitter, sworn mouth,
And the emphasis of your Polish exquisite speech,
And eyelashes tired flight?

And winged eyebrows? And forehead beatrice?
And spring in the rotation of the face? ..
Oh, how difficult it is to love the decency in this world,
Oh, how hurts to love without end!

And pale, and tolerate, and not to get carried away,
And by closing your heart in hand,
Carefully leave, abandon forever
And still smile in longing.

I can not, I do not want, finally, I do not want!
And, welcoming joyful captivity,
I have a heart with a scene, like a ball throwing.
Well, catch, Princess Iren!