Singer: Evgeny Osin

Soon I will
I'm gray and old.
Retires to write
Your I a memoir.
Describe me, I'll tell
As is as was -
Who when didn't get along I
And who loved me.

I met those legs
Spring clear day.
And it's just not nice
And all on fire.
They pursue me in dream and reality,
Oh, God, what do I do?
Ah, soon I'll die!
To love those legs
Need a white Cadillac.
To love those legs
Need a tuxedo or tailcoat.
To love those legs
Need a Bank account,
To love those legs
Need accurate calculation -
Sober cold calculation.

Again, I'm dreaming, the same dream.
It revolves in my mind like a wheel:
You in the dress standing, holding in his hand a flower,
The hair fall off the shoulder like Golden silk.
Mine and not mine, it's not mine.
Well, who is it who pulled you away? Tell me at least now.
I'm having cherry lips
And stems of the white hands -
Passed all passed
It remains only the dream.
Left to me,
In memory of you,
Portrait your portrait
The Work Of Pablo Picasso.

Before me opened the blue distance.
If these gave you will fade with the years
I'll paint these gave vivid colors.

And yesterday was all wrong
And your love did not touch the darkness
And shone the world, and you laughed,
And today, all withered flowers.