A Minute. It's time to part, to say goodbye. A minute, then I leave. I didn't want to love you... Why? Forgive me, please, forgive. Forgive me that you were before my lover and my wife, for I had let you burn me, for you took my peaceful life. For both together and apart, until the final day, we burnt each other's frozen heart in such a lofty way. Receive my thanks and my regret. A minute, then I leave. You are the one I won't forget. Forgive me, please, forgive. I've become so melancholy. Don't you cry, don't be mourning - by this morning, I shall die.Edit
Translated by Boris Garbuzov (http://spintongues.vladivostok.com/vertinsky.html), with some changes made by IGor.