Текст песни Георгий Свиридов - Пушкинский венок. Камфара и мускус

Alexander Pushkin
  
 
From me the evening of Leila
  Indifferently left.
  I said, "Wait, where?"
  And she objected to me:
  "The head of your gray hair."
  I am a mocker of the immodest
  He answered: "All the best!
  That dark musk was
  Now camphor. "
  But Leila is unsuccessful
  Laughed at the speeches
  And she said: "You know yourself:
  Sweet musk to the bride and groom,
  Camphor is fit for coffins. "