Текст песни Александр Галич - Салонный романс

Salon romance (In memory of Alexander Nikolaevich Vertinsky)
                  Alexander Galich

                "... I dreamed that then
                In the dens of San Francisco
                A purple negro gives you a mantle ... "
                        (A. Vertinsky)

... And again, these eternal three
Play a criminal passion
And again, these Greeks from Troy
Seek Elena to steal! ..

And the heart is contracting painfully
Whiskey is malarially wet -
From this game triangular,
A win-win game.

Scatter my turmoil with a pity
Where the frets are hidden under the bark
And sing like under an old greatcoat
The gray-eyed king was lying.

In the unconsciousness of grandfather's armchairs
I will close my eyes, and here -
Of the red-haired Brazil cruiser
In the muslin harbor floating.

And the harbor of the constellation multiplies,
And the clouds - a flying ridge ...
But the age cannot intervene
And the burrows of the century are cool!

He mixes fate, like forfeits,
He’s a jumble to his liking, -
And here he is a lie-lieutenant
Will appoint a sea attache.

Someone on the story map
There will be a stroke like
And the great-grandson of the purple negro
He will come to Moscow for a loan.

And he will certainly give everything
The one that nobody
And the quiet lady Irena
Put on a black coat.

And so this world is ironed
What the hell are we talking about ?!
We have a farewell dinner - not a dinner,
A hundred and fifty under the bourgeois.

And the three? Well, what are the three!
They are given equal right.
What about Troy? - Destroyed by Troy,
And this has been known for a long time.

Everything is devoted to dust and decay,
No dates, no milestones.
And our Elena, Elena -
Not the Greeks stole, but a century!

1965