Текст песни Аркадий Северный - Она была поэтесса бальзаковских лет

Sasha Black

MISUNDERSTANDING

She was a poet
Poetess of the Balzac years.
And he was just a rake
Curly and ardent brunette.
The rake came to the poetess.
Spirits breathed in the twilight
On the sofa, as in a solemn mass,
The poetess abhorred verses:
"Oh, manage with fire-breathing caress
Stir up my sleepy passion.
To the foam of the thighs, behind the scarlet garter
Don't be afraid to drop your lips!
I am as fresh as the breath of a Levkoy,
Oh, let's weave the wearyness of bodies! .. "
The continuation was like this
That the curly-haired brunet blushed.
Blushed but recovered quickly
And I thought: it was not!
This is not the Minister's Duma speeches,
Not words are needed here, but deeds ...
With the unrestrained strength of a centaur
The poetess was attracted by a rake,
But shrill-vulgar: "Mavra !!"
Has cooled the ebullient stream.
"Excuse me ..." he jumped up, "you yourself ..."
But in her eyes there is coldness and honor:
"You dared to a decent lady,
As a janitor, to climb with hugs ?! "
Here is the decorous Mavra. And backwards
The frightened guest leaves.
In front of a confused look
He was looking for his cane for a long time ...
With a face whiter than magnesium
An ardent brunette walked down the stairs:
He did not understand the new poetry
Poetesses of the Balzac years.