On the carpet of yellow leaves in a simple dress
Of donated wind crepe de chine
Dancing in the alley autumn boston .
Flown warm day and hoarse singing saxophone .
And people from the neighborhood came to us ,
And from all the neighboring roofs flew birds
Dancer gold flapped his wings ...
How long , how long the music played there.
How often do I see the dream , my wonderful dream ,
In which we fall dancing boston .
Leaves are falling down , the plates spinning disk :
& quot; Do not go, stay with me , you - my caprice & quot ;.
How often do I see the dream , my wonderful dream ,
In which we fall dancing boston .
Intoxicated with delight , forgetting about the years ,
Old house for a long time lover of his youth ,
All the walls rocked , opened the window ,
And to all those who lived in it , he gave it a miracle .
And when the sound died away in the gloom of night -
Everything comes to an end , a beginning, -
Sad , shed a few tears fall a little rain ...
What a pity this waltz , how good it was in it!
How often do I see the dream , my wonderful dream ,
In which we fall dancing boston .
Leaves are falling down , the plates spinning disk :
& quot; Do not go, stay with me , you - my caprice & quot ;.
How often do I see the dream , my wonderful dream ,
In which we fall dancing boston .