Текст песни габриэль идальго - Под нежный звук

Verse K. Balmont

Under gentle sound
Love words
In the language of semi-bearer
Heat about the happiness of the immense
Favorite ringing bells.

In the transparent hour of evening dreams
In the garden dense and fragrant
I am full of thought about the irrevocate,
On the bright days of other years.

But fading evening, burning,
Tights close from all sides.
And I am indignant in vain
The dream of lost paradise.
And in the remoteness to get silence,
Cleans the bell ringing.