Текст песни Владимир Гольдфайн - 06. Ритурнель

Ritournel

Poems, music, guitar, vocals - V. Goldfayn.
Source: www.goldfayn.com

The orchestra played in the choirs
And it was hot from the candles
Footmen in white wigs
Slid quietly between the guests
And you are in a diamond necklace,
Having sipped a glass of wine,
I don't want to whisper to me
To be alone this evening.

My husband, alas, is not a gentleman
And didn't give a damn about decency
And our innocent adultery
Will decorate this boring ball
Fourth dance minuet
Recorded in the card for you
And a bold neckline
Opened a graceful curtsy.

I lay down on the gold epaulet
Slightly trembling hand
And your husband of venerable years
Got a lorgnette out of his coat
After all, being tete-a-tete
Palm to palm, eye to eye
We forgot about etiquette
And the count's cheek quivered.

Oh, how a slap is heard
And the young man shuddered
And now the glove flies on
Polished parquet in the morning
Honor is hurt? Please, count
And let the duel judge us
And at this time in the choirs
The riturnel orchestra played