Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - С самой красивой из женщин...

In a bright tent, on the gypsy side,
On the feather pillows of sirens,
I'll spend the longest night,
To forget and die ...
With the most beautiful of women ...
With the most beautiful of women ...

Let us burn the lips of Chartreux,
But we will follow her,
In the depth of nirvana, where neither late nor early
To go to eternity without aging ...
With the most beautiful of women ...
With the most beautiful of women ...

And in the morning the meadows will blossom,
Soft grass noisy booth,
Spread the wind of the stack,
Where we meet the dawn,
Escaping from worldly vanity forever ...
Tabor will remain behind the stormy river,
My deceitful city is there, far away.
And no one, just me, forgotten here on the edge of the earth,
With the most beautiful of women,
With the most beautiful of women ...

Milk of mares bitter,
Yes rooks in the dust rooks ...
For tragedy, there is no reason,
Only it is difficult to breathe,
Breaking away for a moment from your dying lips ...
In a bright tent, on the gypsy side
I will believe that there is love till the end,
I'll believe that there are rights for her,
And the fact that I'm in my years boy!
With the most beautiful of women!