Singer: Alexander Vertinsky

It was getting dark. Sang blizzards. Buried Magdalene -
Circus ballerina.
Accompanied two friends, two friends - acrobats.
Was a clown. Cried the clown, he covered his face with a glove.
He was a friend of Magdalene.
Just a friend - not a man.
To peel her tights petrol
And laughed Magdalene:
"Well, you're the man!
You men smell like wet dog".
Poor Piccolo Bambino...
At the cemetery the snow was cleaner, bluer urban...
Here is buried Magdalene,
Circus ballerina.
And walked away from death again. It was getting dark. The city nickname...
In the dark twilight shadow raised his clown collar.
And falling on his knees, and suddenly howled in anguish animal.
He loved, he was a man,
He did not know that even roses in the cold smell of dog!
Poor Piccolo Bambino!


Alexander Martinskirche-Bambinopoli quotes

Is it possible to forbid to smile
Is it a shame, another loving,
To come and go, only to touch,
Only to touch you.
Who invented all these "must" "must not"?
He just had to remember to save
And the loving hatred of a proud look,
And the contemptuous shrug of the shoulders.

You've already poisoned the autumn slush of the Boulevard
And I know that shouting, You can jump insane.

And, sweet sinking
The screams of a parrot,
As wild Magnolia blossoms,
You are crying Yvette,
That song is not finish singing,
That summer, somewhere-
Off in the dream!

How nice to Wake up one
In his cheerful bachelor flat
And know that you don't need anyone
"Give report" to anyone in the world!
And to "lose" a bit of play,
With her friend to start flirting innocent
And somehow too out there "to insure"
Simple pride of man.

You soothe me, Tell me it's a joke
What are you still In the old mine!
Don't leave me! I am infinitely creepy
I'm so painfully, So terribly without you!..
But you go, cold and distant,
Heart wrapped in silk and chinchilla.
Don't hate me! Don't be so cruel!
I think you are still mine!..

I'm tired of white and blush,
And from the eternal tragic mask,
I want at least a little affection,
To forget this wild deception.

Racing crazy balloon and goes to infinity,
And funny insects swarmed him,
I, hover, hum and with the expectation of eternity
Disappear like smoke, without knowing anything.
And high up Time - the old deceiver,
As the dust colors them with blows of the year...

... I forgot what I would not like to forget;
And there was only a phrase: Listen, little,
Can I get You gently to love?

I am a gentle and faithful, we can be friends
To walk, to kiss, to age.
...
I am very calm, but not necessary
With me to talk about love.

... and You are on the street - for five minutes the Queen
Drag the broken wing.

I today laugh at ourselves.
I want happiness and affection,
I want silly stories,
Children's fairy tale, naive, funny.

As well without a woman, without phrases,
No bitter words and sweet kisses,
Without these cute too honest eyes,
You are lying and you are still jealous!
...
As well with a friend together
To sit and drink Scotch whiskey simple
And, smiling, to remember about
What's with that lady you once were close.

What are You crying here, all alone, stupid kid
Cocaine crucified in wet boulevards of Moscow?