Where is this Beauty, where is this Mistery?
So strange and wonderful’s too much with me
I am the happiest writing his history
I am so grateful that you are still here
I touch these lips, though they aren’t fresh anymore
I kiss these hands though it’s skinny and pale
My dear love -despite you are seventy
You fill my days with a brave fairy-tale
Many have passed away, lot of winds had been blown
And our pictures are on mantelpiece
I am still shivering seeing your wedding gown
Sense of my life is that you are still here
Sometimes I feel myself tired and broken-down
And I regret that my hair has turned gray
But when I look at you I’m already crowned
Charmed by your voice I have nothing to say
Not dare to ask, dare just pray for serenity
When I find out that these hands are cold
My dear love – despite I am seventy
I m still in love like eighteen years old
Играется на музыку Сергея Калугина "Возвращение в Неаполь"