Текст песни Владимир Скобцов - Случайный романс

In the city park spring
In the hour of the evening flowering
I saw you under the shadow
And I could not help himself.

        There you are sitting relaxed,
        Intensely so sighing
        And waving his hand to me,
        At the sitting bench.

And falling into Affection
From this vision,
Feeling the excitement in the chest,
I then said: "Madam,

        I started up my mind to fork -
        The body tends to autumn,
        C'est la vie, as they say,
        And in the soul - Cherche la femme! ".

And then you asked plaintively:
"Do not wake his finest hour.
I'll go, and it's too late -
Do not gates of love.

        And let my brief earthly path,
        Forty years - even a deposit.
        Well, you have the second dozen
        Exchanged, dammit!

You loved me once.
He clenched his throat metastases,
I wanted so ecstasy,
What I face turned red ... ".

        Then, in response you told me,
        What else sitting waiting
        And not waving my hand,
        A drove of mosquitoes.