Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Еще один романс

Another romance

The portrait of one beautiful lady is captured in my soul.
Her eyes are converted to other days.
There is good, there are no extra, and fear is not dominated over the years,
And all for a long time each other is forgiven.

As long as the high choir sounds in honor of her,
And the musicians are all in the front jackets.
But with every note, my God, other music is healing,
And the conductor breaks the wand in his hands.

I will not insult your destiny with a tear hasty and in vain,
But what I crush sometimes:
After all, that we ourselves, gentlemen, in comparison with the lady of that beautiful
And our life, and our ladies, gentlemen?

She and now, maybe to me, as before, favorable,
And for her for this are favorable skies.
She, of course, writes to me, but ... Patched postmen,
And all the addresses changed.

1979.