Текст песни Игорь Карташёв - Я думаю о ней... Стихи В.Набокова

In the foliage of birch, aspen

In the foliage of birch, aspen,
at the end of the alley by the bridge,
suddenly the light fell from the blue dress,
from a cornflower wreath.
Your image is light and shining
as in the palm of my hand
and non-flying butterfly
treasure it.
And many years have passed and happily
I lived without you, but still
sometimes I think apprehensively:
are you alive and where do you live.
But if you meet unexpected
fate would compel us
I would, as a strange ugliness,
your current image shocked.
Resentment is not inexplicable:
you've grown into an alien life.
No blue dress, no name
you didn't save for me.
And everything is long overdue
and I pray and you pray
so that on the trampled roadside
on a dull evening we did not meet.