Текст песни А. С. Пушкин - Редеет облаков летучая гряда

thinning clouds flying ridge
star sad evening star
your ray has silvered the wilted plains
and slumbering bay and black cliff peaks

love your weak light in the sky above
he woke thoughts that fell asleep in me
I remember your sunrise, a familiar star
over a peaceful country where everything for the heart is cute

where slender poplars ascended in the valleys
where doze myrtle tender and dark cypress
and the midday waves sweetly rustle

there is no time in the mountains of the heart’s thought
over the sea I dragged a thoughtful laziness
when the shadow went to the huts at night
and the young maiden in the darkness was looking for you
and named her friends