Текст песни Василий Лановой - А.С. Пушкин. Когда порой воспоминанье...

When times recollection
Gnaws my heart in silence,
And distant suffering
As the shadow once again running to me;
When people saw everywhere
In the desert I want to escape,
They hate the weak mind -
Then, forgetting I'm flying
Not in the bright region where the sky shines
Inexplicably blue,
Where the sea warm waves
On the yellowed marble splash,
And dark laurel and cypress
In the wild, magnificently grown,
Where Torquato sang stately,
Where now in the darkness of night
Farshire calls rock
Repeat swimmer octave.

I aspire habitual dream
By the icy northern waves.
Between beloglavoy their crowd
Outdoor Island see there.
Sad island - Wild Beach
Winter studded with cranberries,
Old-covered tundra
And hladnoy penoyu substitution.
It sometimes arrives
Brave northern fisherman,
There seine wet spreads
And he throws his focus.
This wave weather
It pushes my frail canoe.

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