Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Поздняя встреча

We met by chance, somewhere at a concert,
What was before, died long ago.
Affectionate letters in a blue envelope -
This is all forgotten, all is buried.

Both are older. He is in a regular dress coat
And with some bitter, gloomy mouth,
And in the face of frozen fire signs ...
And she is sad, with a golden ring

It's all over. Forgotten. On the way to death
Earthly way is so poor, lonely and gray ...
We met by chance, somewhere at a concert,
He bowed to her and went to the ground floor ...

Vertinsky A. 1928