Текст песни Александр Вертинский - В пыльный маленький город...

In the dusty little town where you live child
From Paris, you come spring toilet.
In this dress you seem sad Eaglet,
Pale young Duke fabulous years.

In this sleepy town you ever dreamed of
On the balls of pazhah, a string of coaches
And how at night in a burning Versailles
With the dead prince dance a minuet you.

In this sleepy town balls had happened,
It did not even have a decent coach.
There were years ... You had faded and faded dress,
Your Marvelous dresses & quot; La Maison Wallet & quot ;.

But one day the dream came true crazy.
The dress was wearing. Violets bloom.
And some people have come up to you,
The hearse in the city you're in luck.

At blind horses swayed plyumazhiki,
Old kindly priest waved the censer -
So in the spring in a ridiculous sham ekipazhike
You go to God for the ball.

1917