Текст песни Олександр Пономарьов - Романс

That harpsichord both cried and cherished
Someone else's sadness. The candles burned faintly.
The old singer sang like a pelican,
Straining the music through the ox.

Chorus:
The old musician was crying not about us,
That voice was like from other acoustics.
But lost under the chandeliers romance
The petals of beautiful words have already bloomed.

On the heads, where, like nightingales,
Everyday life winds its nest every day,
The romance fell as he loved her
And he spoke words to her unforgettable.

Chorus

The old man sang without make-up, without grimaces.
The words were passionate, outdated.
Oh, sing a romance to the girl! (3)
Women are tired of being beautiful.