Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Pani Irena

I am extremely afraid golden captivity
Your copper-snake hair,
I'm in love with your subtle name & quot; Irene & quot;
And the next your tears.

I'm in love with your proud Polish hands,
In this blue blood of kings,
In this pale face, to delight, to flour
Burnt my song.

How can we forget these children's shoulders,
This bitter, tear-stained mouth
And Polish accent your gourmet speech
And eyelashes weary flight?

A winged eyebrows? A forehead Beatrice?
A spring in turn face? ..
Oh, how hard it is to love in this world of decency,
And how painful love without end!

And pale, and endure, and not dare to get involved,
And, clutching his heart in his hand,
Carefully leave, abandon forever
And smile in grief.

I can not, do not want, and finally - do not want to!
And Welcoming joyful captivity
I heart you from the scene, like a ball, throw.
Well, catch, Princess Irene!