Текст песни Марина Девятова - Серенада Шуберта

Song of my flies imploringly quietly in the night hours .
In the woods you come easily Stop , my friend .
When the moon sadly leaves rustle in the late hour ,
And none of my dear friend , will not hear us.
You hear the song sounded in the grove Nightingale ,
Sound is full of sorrow , pray for me .
They understood all languor , all the longing of love .
And Tenderness suggest per capita they are.
Give access their calling you his heart
And a secret rendezvous you come sooner .