You flew off to Paris (А.Прокудин)

You flew off to Paris for three weeks, And I’m left here all alone. Just yesterday we sang a duet, Today I’ll drink some strong wine. The wine sparkles in the glass in the sunlight, And sinful thoughts plague my sadness. The wine relaxes me a bit, I want to look at you now. Leave Paris and come quickly, I’ll greet you with a hearty meal. I’ll warm your soul with my breath, And I’ll repeat three times: I love you, I love you, I love you. Waiting three weeks is no easy task, I’m afraid I’ll break down and start screaming. And I remember that temporary stagnation, How hard it was to fly to Paris. I opened the album and looked at the photos, The same smile and your teasing gaze. And I write down the notes of these simple words, So that you can hear and understand me. Leave Paris and come quickly, I’ll greet you with a hearty meal. I’ll warm your soul with my breath, And I’ll repeat three times: I love you, I love you, I love you. I’m a little drunk from the wine, I need air and a sip of water. I seem to have aged this past day, And I don’t have my former beauty. I immediately began to argue with myself: «You’re wrong — you’re still so young». But bitterness crept into my heart, The lines on my face mark the years. Leave Paris and come quickly, I’ll greet you with a hearty meal. I’ll warm your soul with my breath, And I’ll repeat three times: I love you, I love you, I love you.