Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - В ярком шатре

In the bright tent on the side of the Roma,
On the down pillows sirens
I will spend the longest night
To forget and die ...
With the most beautiful of women ...
With the most beautiful of women ...

Let us burn the lips Chartreuse,
But we will go after her,
The depth of Nirvana, where neither late nor too early
Sink into eternity, not grown old ...
With the most beautiful of women ...
With the most beautiful of women ...

And in the morning meadows bloom,
Soft grass noisy farce,
Scattered wind stack,
Where the sunrise,
From the madding crowd fled forever ...
Tabor will be for turbulent river,
Con my town there, far away.
And no one, but I forgot there, on the edge of the earth,
With the most beautiful of women,
With the most beautiful of women ...

Mare's milk bitter,
Yes blackened dust rooks ...
For no reason the tragedy,
Just hard to breathe,
Looking up at the moment of intoxicating your lips ...
In the bright tent on the side of the Roma
I believe that there is love to the end,
I believe that there is a right for her,
And what I have in my years kid!
With the most beautiful of women!