Александр Вертинский К Мадам по английски

Madam, the all leaves are already falling

On a sunny beach in June month
In her light blue swim pajamas
The girl, which is a star and a  minx,
She drives me to be a crazy man

Through the blue lullaby of the ocean
On the yellowish-lemon sand
Persistently, tenderly and zealousion
I sing to her a  melancholy song:

Madam, the songs’ve sung already !
I have now  nothing  to talk.
In such a magical summer, lady
No need to torment me  so long!

I’m waiting for you like a blue dream!
I’m perishing in the fire of love!
When will you say the word,
When will you come to me, dove?

And, playing with her gaze slyly,
She murmurs, passing, words as petals:
"Fame has spoiled you too much truly!
But  wait anyway... I will come!.."

The  terraces then emptied spontaneous
The cabins’er taken  from the beach.
And even the fishing boats courageous
Disappeared into the distant grey sea.—

And the birds so sadly and tenderly
Saying goodbye to me at dawn there
And now, completely hopelessly
I now tell her in October:

«Madam, the leaves are already falling,
And autumn is in a deadly delirium!
Already the grape clusters sharming
Are turning yellow in the forgotten garden!


I'm waiting for you like a blue dream!
I'm perishing in the autumn fire!
When will you say a word-mean
When will you come to me, fair!?

And, looking down wearily,
She whispered, as if in delirium:
“I have desired you for too long.
I will never come, sir, to you.”