Ах, этот вечер - Ah, evening blessed

Lyrics by Leonid Derbenyov, music by Maxim Dunaevsky

A city looks usual, its people look usual too,
But everything changes when the eve lays its shroud navy-blue.
Greasepaint it puts on the faces of actors again,
Again Hamlet suffers and yet again sings Lohengrin.

Refrain.
Ah, evening blessEd -
A sly warlock
That's always dressEd
In a lilac frock.
Candles go out,
Love, passion wane,
So that next evening
To come again.

Again carvels carry slaves, olives, and spices galore
To that old harbour that sleeps on the ocean floor.
The voice of undying and proud love is again heard -
Of the love that's akin to a planet not known to this world.

Refrain.

One can't disappear from this world without leaving a trace,
And that magic evening will fix in its mind every face.
And in the mysterious future new people someday
Will play our roles again when we all pass away.

Refrain.


Russian lyrics:

Soundtrack from the Soviet musical film «Ах, водевиль, водевиль…» («Ah, Vaudeville, Vaudeville...»):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxQmms5TQUc

Performance on the First Channel (Russia):
http://www.1tv.ru/prj/dostrespub/vypusk/9978