Текст песни Александр Карпов - Романс

ROMANCE

What are you doing here, oh my incomparable?
I won’t get tired of guessing and guessing
How, having managed to bypass the boundaries of the fortification,
Are you mistaken by fate in the darkness of being?

This world is not like your dreams.
He is more likely to face the antipodes of the country,
Where, according to my ideas about things,
People like you should be there.

You should live in a palace, eating eclairs,
Grow in high society like on a pack of yeast!
Be the subject of duels between noble sirs,
Or the occasion of fights among jesters and pages ...

Instead, again, in foreign territory
Friends who have delicately left for a while
You smile at the crazy theory
That someday there will be a modest museum! ..

Or in the hour of witchcraft from the shores of Polynesia
You came down, forgetting the enchanted garden,
Straight straight to the apprentice poetry
Without the slightest chance to go back.

So I won't bang my head against the walls,
Shaking questions with an explosive mixture:
What are you doing here, my incomparable? ..
But thanks for doing this here! ..