In front of the Balshoi Theater
I waited for you for hours.
Your faithful greyhound Berzoi
was barking at the door.
At minus twenty-six
Moscow was sinking into sleep.
I melted like snow
When you put it in the palm of your hand.
Tamara,
waiting makes me terribly tired
white nights? and the wind blows,
And you're gone.
Tamara,
never was sadder
If only we were a little further south
Somewhere down south.
And I was terribly cool,
And I didn't fall on the fore.
Was it that cold
And the sailors from Aurora?
Even though you were more beautiful than Neva
And more luxurious than Ermitraža
No even Žil Berbeko would ask you
That would be a shame for him.
Tamara,
waiting makes me terribly tired
white nights and wind blows,
And you are gone.
Tamara,
it has never been sadder
If only we were a little further south
Somewhere down south.

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