Текст песни Афанасий Потапов - Романс

Table, tablecloth, flowers in a vase
And musician in duty ecstasy
For you, lonely lady,
Musks breasts.
Awning over cafe, floor coolness,
Exactly as you need
And look through veil
On wine glasses in which ruts.

Garden, evening and you with me,
Play just like the wind foliage.
And your whims are unable
Follow me.
You smile, a little noticeable,
Knowing that I love you unrequited
And that you will never be mine.

Night, cold, playing a blizzard,
Coach rushes from St. Petersburg.
You are leaving in it, it seems
From me.
But, even away, abroad
You can not hide anywhere
And the road will always go to the house.