Текст песни Арина Ли и - Романс Анны и Седого

Again, I hear your voice ,
I hear and pale ;
As with soul to part
With thy beauty !

If this torment knew
I sensed early in the morning -
He did not like would have caressed
Swarthy gypsy .

Do not be cherished later
This thought languid
In the open field under a tent
During the day and dark at night!

Well vain goryachit
Blood in the veins tired ?
Not able to love you ,
I - can not forget .