Текст песни Игорь Николаев - Любовь Орлова

In the distant years, where joy and misfortune
Weaved like wires from a gale.
Like a glimpse in the dark, like luxury in poverty
Like fidelity to beauty, was Lyubov Orlova,
There was Lyubov Orlova.

Already thirty-seventh, like a raven above the ground,
Soared and was a thunderstorm of almost all living things,
But again, the desire to live, laugh and love,
Though weak, but the thread was Lyubov Orlova,
There was Lyubov Orlova.

Bengal lights in the midst of pitch darkness -
The lights of your roles amid the Stalinist winter.
Lyubov Orlova, my God, what a sadness -
In your comedies I don't laugh
I'm crying…
Oh my god, what a sadness.

A gloom reigned around, and where did you take strength
To be what it was and to laugh again?
I do not know what an inconceivable price
Your image was created by you, Lyubov Orlova,
You, Lyubov Orlova.

Bengal lights in the midst of pitch darkness -
The lights of your roles amid the Stalinist winter.
Lyubov Orlova, my God, what a sadness -
In your comedies I don't laugh
I'm crying…
Oh my god, what a sadness.