Текст песни Александр Матюхин - М. Лермонтов. Она была прекрасна, как мечта...

She was beautiful like a dream
A child under the stars of the southern countries;
Who will explain what beauty means:
Chest full il slender flexible mill
Or big eyes? - but sometimes
All this we do not call beauty:
Mouth without words - no one could love;
A look without fire - an odorless flower! -
Oh heaven, I swear she was
Beautiful! ... I burned, I trembled,
When the curls escaping from the brow,
Silk met his golden hand
I was ready to fall at her feet
Give her will, life, and paradise, and all
To get one, just one look
Of those of which all bliss is poison!