Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Я опять посылаю письмо...А Вертинский

Again, I am sending a letter and quietly the whole page
And open your evil spirits, I inhale their sweet hops.
And then I was so clearly seen these black thin birds
That fly out of the bottle - to the south, from the vial & quot; Nuit de Noёl & quot ;.

Soon it will be spring. And Venice young violin
Raspoyut your sadness, melancholy and sadness rastantsuyut,
And then become easier sins and light blue error.
Do not regret kissing spring when blooming almonds.

Do not be sad for me, my friend. I chilled gloomy bird.
My host - a cruel organ grinder - makes me dance.
Removing tickets happiness, I look unhappy person,
And in the eternal groaning painfully hurdy-gurdy I want to sleep.

Soon it will be spring. Sun dried 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 the whole page.
Do not be angry for the sad end of my words and bitter hops.
This is all your evil spirits. This black thoughts as birds,
That fly out of the bottle - to the south, from the vial & quot; Nuit de Noёl & quot ;.

A. Vertinsky, 1925