Alexander Vertinsky. (№ 353581)

Come. Don't be afraid.
We'll be friends
It's time both of us love to rest,
Because, alas, no words,
No tears can't bring her back.
We will swim, laugh, catch tangerine,
White narrow boat will leave for the lighthouse.
At sunset, when the evening crimson,
We will be reading books about far-away lands.
We at hot stones turtle catch,
I little crabs will bring.
And love will bury love bury
In last year's leaves in green woods.
And when slim month will begin to serebritsja
And purple sea goes for scythe
You seem white silver bird
Admiral's yacht on the yellow Cape.
Hear cry bassoon and trumpet
In a dance orchestra in the great casino
And Your sad baby lips
We drink at night, Golden wine.