Текст песни Н. Заболоцкий - Вечер на Оке.

Evening on the Oka

In the charm of the Russian landscape
There is genuine joy, but she
Not open to everyone and even
Not every artist is visible.
In the morning burdened with work,
The labor of the forests, the cares of the fields,
Nature looks reluctantly
On us, unimpressed people.
And only when behind a dark thicket of forest
The evening ray will mysteriously flash
Ordinary dense curtain
With her beauties instantly fall.
Forests dipped in water will breathe
And, as if through transparent glass,
The whole chest of the river will cling to the sky
And light up moist and light.
From the white towers of the cloudy world
The fire will come down, and in that gentle fire,
As if under the hands of a jeweler,
Through shadows will lie in the depths.
And the clearer the details become
Items located around
The vastness is given
River meadows, backwaters and rip.
The whole world burns, transparent and spiritual,
Now he's truly good
And you, rejoicing, many wonders
In his living features you recognize.

1957