Текст песни Шаляпин - Она хохотала 1913

Author: Heine Heinrich (1797-1856)
Per .: MAIKOV Apollon Nikolaevich (1821-1897)

He picked her up in the mud;
To get everything for her - he began to steal;
She was drowning in contentment
And she laughed at the madman.

And the feasts went on ... But the days passed.
One morning they came for him:
Leading to jail ... She stood
In front of the window and - laughed.

From prison he prayed to her:
“I lost my soul without you,
Come to me!" She rocked
She only laughed with her head.

He was executed at six in the morning
And at seven he was buried in the moat, -
And by eight she was dancing
She drank wine and laughed.