Текст песни Джаз оркестр Эдди Рознера - Это не сон

How many springs passed away
How much water has flowed into the sea
Maybe now it's a dream
What the gramophone sings on the window
And in reality I circle you
And I hold your hand in my hand
Oh, how many times in the years of bitter separation
The warmth of these gentle hands
My palm warmed me in a dream
Like a distant sun fire
How many times? How many times? How many times,
I dreamed about the depth of these eyes.

But not once in a dream in front of me
Your voice did not shine gray
And now I see at the temple
Silver shows through slightly
And the wrinkles bring the eyes
Like a tear drew a trail
So, fortunately, all this is not a dream.
And the gramophone sings in reality
And with you to a waltz in reality
I'm floating around our room
And according to your first gray hair
I will learn how I truly love