Текст песни Евгений Блок - Прощальный блюз

Hello!
It's a pity that there are almost no cigarettes,
And leave at dawn
Far away, but, like, closer ..
And so, I could write more!
The surface of the night is like an earthly mirror,
The window is open, the blues is heard.
Holy night! In her chambers
With the moon again I talk about you
Already without pain, without resentment ..
As if I'm telling a dream.
Almost completely forgotten
As if I'm a stranger to you ..
Imagine: the slow pace of the clock
The moon is in the window and in the dark
You are looking at the moon ..
And I watch ... is born without words
Pleasant dialogue, through thousands of roads ...
Thank you, Muse! You leave in English
Taking the love notes with you.
That's all .. can be seen in the distance
The first rays of dawn.
And I have to go ... I'm in a hurry ..
My farewell blues is over ..