Текст песни ГОРЯЧЕВ - романс серебряного века

Madame, can I take you for warm shoulders?
No, I didn’t freeze: it’s just cold somewhere inside.
I am sick - and this, as you see, heals ...
Well, trembling passed. I am calm. And you did not leave.

I would have drunk now - and everything would be wrong, otherwise:
I would be cheerful, laughed and joking sharply ...
By sober, something is not that ... and the heart does not jump.
You are near, but does this mean that I fell in love? ..

I will kiss you, but is I entitled to wait for an answer.
I will squeeze you to myself - only whether you are always mine ...
Lumber ... I need to leave ... you-you will stay somewhere
Behind the distant threshold, behind the doors erased.

And at home, in asexual poems, pouring out the languor,
I will curse you, fall in love and - I will understand that - a fool.
Again, I will drive away thoughts that are so sweetly familiar ...
And I will pull my soul with a tie and leave it like this ...