It's time to slip from everyday gown
To something elegant - an evening dress
Exposing to fresh winds downtown
My neck and arms for kisses and caress.
And let the white pearls wave to my décolleté
And whisper something maddening and sweet.
I'm exquisite from now on for all day…
Fantastic high-hilled shoes embrace my feet.
A dew-dropp of perfume - my secret weapon! -
A fine bracelet tinkling on my wrist…
Let's go! And never mind what will happen:
Anticipating Music is a feast!
Translated from Russian by Larisa Ladyka
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