Текст песни Александр Галич - Песня о Прекрасной даме

How strange to me that you are the wife ,
     How strange to me that you're alive !
     And I thought that just
     You're imagining me ...

Do not feel guilty ,
Do not look for a punishment
Do not look at us thieving ,
Frightened eyes .
If you were called , if called,
Our patience grind flour ...
Nothing that you were born too late -
You all know all know how !

     How strange to me that you are the wife ,
     How strange to me that you're alive !
     And I thought that just
     You're imagining me ...

No you do not know the trick ,
You are not sailed Butyrskiy windows
At the gates of the damned in Lefortovo
You do not feel cold at night wet.
But the winds blow formidable -
Barefoot you measure the trouble !
Nothing that you were born too late -
You all know all know how !

     How strange to me that you are the wife ,
     How strange to me that you're alive !
     And I thought that just
     You're imagining me ...

Not granted us time sweetness,
Handing out handfuls of bitterness ,
But your great weakness
You are not saving lives , and pride!
You will not be profited handsomely ,
And we will go century strife.
Nothing that you were born too late -
War is never too late !

     As I am afraid that you are his wife !
     As I'm afraid that you're alive !
     Vorkuta long night
     You were imagining ...