Tango
Fyodorov Sergey Fedorovich
The sun was sinking into the sea
Evening sadness was rising ...
There ... there in the distance ...
They were waiting ... us
Me ... you
Wonders awaited us...
The sea... it’s nighttime, after all.
How do you walk on it?
How do you sail?
Suddenly, something sounded —
Not a waltz, not a foxtrot,
An old, good
TANGO...
The weary sun gently said goodbye to the sea.
At that hour, you admitted that there was no love.
I felt a little sad,
Without longing, without sorrow.
At that hour, your words sounded.
We’re parting, and I won’t be angry.
You and I are to blame for this.
The weary sun gently said goodbye to the sea.
At that hour, you admitted that there’s no love.
We’re parting, and I won’t get angry.
You and I are to blame for this.
The weary sun gently said goodbye to the sea.
At that hour, you admitted that there’s no love.
Tango
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