At the hour when the lights went out in decent houses,
in that hour, under the gaze of starry shiny eyes
They meet in the cafe "Ekipazh",
She is usually accompanied by a certain page.
They say "Hello" and start jazz.
Not for those whose body is nearby, but the soul is far away,
And not for those who savor this night in every sip, -
She sings all the songs only to him
And he knows that all this is useless to him -
A girl with cornflowers in a wreath is waiting for him.
Sing the song, sing your song, sing,
And I can only sing with you.
Sing the song, sing your song, sing,
I will leave you in peace.
You know, I can't look away,
When you hug your double bass in your arms,
But in my memory
Only our common jazz remains.
Having finished singing, they sit down at a table by the window.
The moon, as expected, looks through the window
And strokes with a thin unsteady beam
Her boa, his double bourbon with ice
And the ice that kisses his weathered mouth.
The flame of a cigarette that smokes in his hand,
Compared to her, it seems like a living being.
She is sad that he is so young,
And wants to be with him inseparable, like a sickle and a hammer, -
With he who left with a girl with cornflowers in a wreath.
Sing the song, sing your song, sing,
And I can only sing with you.
Sing the song, sing your song, sing,
I leave you in peace.
You know, I can't look away,
When you hug your double bass with in your arms,
But in my memory
Only our common jazz remains.