I have called you from the payphone on the *Market street:
" I'm always yours, I will love you forever and beyond"
And you have answered, that to call you there is no need,
And it would be best, if I forget you and so on...
Chorus:
For you our love has passed like a fleeting dream,
And maybe, it's entirely my fault. I assume,
From loneliness by post I have received an invitation,
And lit the candle her Majesty, the Moon.
But how to forget your gaze of sadness, languor
And that hair curl with the scent of spring.
On your long list, I must be one of a million or more.
Oh, how sweet, must be, your daily dreams...
And the Summer Garden won't embrace us like before,
And Gipsy choir no longer will sing for you and I.
Let God's blessing stay with you forever more,
But may God's punishment always pass you by!
For you the love was, alas, like an amusing word,
Like a wound up toy, I keep repeating, on and on:
"Oh, if I could start all over again, somehow, my Lord!"
But the ball is over, and lit the candle her Majesty, the Moon,
And Her Majesty, Love, has gone forever home.
Anatoli Trojanowski