Текст песни Александр Матюхин - А. Пушкин. Соловей и роза

In the silence of gardens, in the spring, in the darkness of nights,
The eastern nightingale sings over the rose.
But the dear rose does not feel, does not heed,
And hesitates and slumbers to the anthem in love.
Don't you sing for cold beauty?
Come to your senses, O poet, what are you striving for?
She does not listen, does not feel the poet;
You look, it blooms; you cry - there is no answer.