Leonid Utesov. The accidental waltz (№ 369691)

The night is short
Sleep clouds,
And lies on my palm
Unfamiliar your hand.
After alarm
Sleeping town.
I heard the melody of the waltz
And looked here for an hour.
Though I'm familiar
And far away my home,
I seem to be back
Near the house native...
In this empty hall
We dance together,
So just say the word
I don't know about.


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