Nuit De Noel

	作曲 : Alexander Vertinsky
	Marc Almond & Boris Grebenshikov

	Once more I sent to you a letter
	Tenderly kissing its pages
	And opening the bottle of your evil perfume
	I'm inhaling its intoxication
	And then oh so clearly I see
	These thin black birds that are flying
	From the bottle they fly to the South
	From the bottle of Nuit de Noel.

	And soon once again comes the spring
	When the youthful violins of Venice
	Will dance out your grief and your sorrow
	Will dance out your gloom and despair
	And then your sins seems not as bad
	And your blue mistakes will become lighter
	Please don't be afraid to share all your spring kisses
	When almond trees begin to bloom.

	Please don't cry for me my dear friend
	I'm a bird that is frozen and sulking
	My Sharmanshik master he shows me no mercy
	He makes me dance non-stop all day
	And picking up the lucky tickets
	I stare at the unhappy faces
	And accompagnied by cries of Sharmanka
	I'm falling asleep on my feet.

	Once more I sent to you a letter
	And tenderly kissing its pages
	Don't be angry at me for an unhappy end
	So seductive are my bitter tears
	And due to your evil perfume
	All this is because of those black thoughts
	Flying like birds from the bottle to the South
	From the bottle called Nuit de Noel.

	zuò qǔ : Alexander Vertinsky
	Marc Almond Boris Grebenshikov

	Once more I sent to you a letter
	Tenderly kissing its pages
	And opening the bottle of your evil perfume
	I' m inhaling its intoxication
	And then oh so clearly I see
	These thin black birds that are flying
	From the bottle they fly to the South
	From the bottle of Nuit de Noel.

	And soon once again comes the spring
	When the youthful violins of Venice
	Will dance out your grief and your sorrow
	Will dance out your gloom and despair
	And then your sins seems not as bad
	And your blue mistakes will become lighter
	Please don' t be afraid to share all your spring kisses
	When almond trees begin to bloom.

	Please don' t cry for me my dear friend
	I' m a bird that is frozen and sulking
	My Sharmanshik master he shows me no mercy
	He makes me dance nonstop all day
	And picking up the lucky tickets
	I stare at the unhappy faces
	And accompagnied by cries of Sharmanka
	I' m falling asleep on my feet.

	Once more I sent to you a letter
	And tenderly kissing its pages
	Don' t be angry at me for an unhappy end
	So seductive are my bitter tears
	And due to your evil perfume
	All this is because of those black thoughts
	Flying like birds from the bottle to the South
	From the bottle called Nuit de Noel.