In Vorontzov Garden, The Crimea
Tender palms from Crimea
Like a kiss on my cheek.
They have come to the dreamer
But they vanished too quick.
Desperation's appearing,-
I'm alone in this game,
And the secret was stealing
When I've heard:"Je vous aime".
Chorus:
Evening's going so pretty
Into midnight' hot beach.
Naked shoulders just greet me
And the French charming speech.
I would drown all my pardons
In a silence of fear.
I'd invent seas and gardens
If they'd hadn't been here.
And the cypress' are moaning,
And the fur-trees like Belle.
Gettin' closer to morning
Unfamiliar Marseille.
Chorus.
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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