Текст песни Алиса Фрейндлих - Глядя на луч пурпурного заката

Looking at the beam of purple sunset,
We stood on the bank of the Neva,
You shook his hand to me, raced without return
The sweet moment, you forget it.
You shook his hand to me, raced without return
The sweet moment, you forget it.

Till death you swore to love poet,
Fearing people, fearing an empty rumor.
You did not fulfill the sacred vow
His love and that you have forgotten.
You did not fulfill the sacred vow
His love and that you have forgotten.

But the death of close, close my grave,
When I die, how quiet the noise of grass,
My voice sounded dull and tell you,
He lived by you, you forget it.
My voice sounded dull and tell you,
He lived by you, you have forgotten,
Forgot you.