Текст песни Ирина Богушевская и А.Ф.Скляр - Злые духи

Alexander Vertinsky

Again, I am sending a letter and quietly the whole page

And open your evil spirits, I inhale their sweet hops.

And then I can see so clearly the thin black bird,

What are flying from the vial to the south, from the vial & quot; Nuit de Noel & quot ;.

It will soon be spring. And the young violin Venice

Raspoyut your sadness rastantsuyut melancholy and sadness,

And then it becomes easier to sins and mistakes light blue.

Do not regret kissing spring, when almond bloom.

About me do not be sad, my friend. I chilled gloomy bird.

My host - a cruel organ grinder - makes me dance.

Taking out tickets happiness, I look in the face unhappy,

And in the eternal groaning painfully barrel organ I want to sleep.

It will soon be spring. The sun will dry the vile slush,

And in the fields bloom primroses, violets and dreams ...

Only we did not finish singing until the spring, just before the spring, we do not doplakat:

We izmokli hurdy-gurdy, tired and already terminally ill.

Again, I am sending a letter and quietly entire page.

Not serdite for a sad end and my words bitter hops.

It's all your evil spirits. This dark thoughts like birds,

What are flying from the vial to the south, from the vial & quot; Nuit de Noel & quot ;.

1925, Berlin