Текст песни Ирина Скорик- Авторский романс Александра Лепехина - Петербургская княжна

Author Alexander romance Lepekhina

Evening head bowed
And my house is closed
Melted think I Fireplace
Birch bark and moss
Lie in a white pastel
And I go to sleep at night
And on the street snowstorm
Sentry cry ...

And I dream about it
As spring winter
Princess of Petersburg
With a golden braid.
I will soar in the wind
Crane dream
Unless you die
From love to the princess ...

A wake hear laughter
At its doors
After all, throughout the Russian snow
Yes snowstorm sweeps
Doors will bring snow
Before the windows themselves
And people think -
Maybe he died ...