Текст песни Иван Алексеев - Гурилев - Черный локон

Alexander Lvovich Gurilev (1803 - 1858)
Black curl
The words of A.B.

I, you curl, admired
You caressed the white neck,
Magically wriggling along her
You hugged her eagerly.

Then suddenly, hesitating from breathing,
The friable wave ran
That echoes hearts flutter
And my passionate gaze invoked.

So submissive to your magic
I can not forget you.
Oh long curl, black curl,
You cannot fail to love.

Ivan Alekseev, baritone
1978