Georgy Ivanov Alexander Vertinsky
The moon was rising above the pink sea,
A bottle of wine in ice turned almost green,
And couples in love languidly all circling
Under the mournful roar of the lonely ukulele.
- Oh,listen. Oh how long ago it was in the memory mine
The same silent pink sea and the same bottle of wine.
It seems to me that this music is almost same heaven.
Oh,listen, oh, listen, - it seems to me even, -
- No, you are mistaken, my best dearest friend:
We lived then far away on another distant planet
And we both too tired and we both too old
For this youthful waltz and this guitar accord.