Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Оловянное сердце

I saw you at the summer dash
Where the montecrist rings like a bumblebee.
In this dead screaming world
You are an almost impossible target.

Oh, how often a gentile youth,
Vigorously targeting you,
Lowered the montecrist powerlessly
Under the fire of your strange eyes ...

The front door began to sing ...
He is in a top hat, she is in a cloak.
Into your tin heart
Nobody has hit yet!

But one day when on the panel
The rays of the minuet were dancing
In your sleepy cardboard body
The spring delirium has awakened.

And when, all the sweeter and more beautiful,
He took aim with a raised eyebrow
Your tin heart
Pierced his love?

A bluish-ringing spark ...
And to the music, shout and din
Your heart is on a thin thread
It rolled at his feet.

Vertinsky A. 1928