Текст песни Сергей Сергеевич Прокофьев - Романс из Сюиты

Moans dove dove,
He groans and day and night;
Darling it dearie
Bounced away for a long time.

He certainly did not Bole coos
And the little wheat will not bite;
All the longing, all longs
And quietly tears pouring.

With gentle branch to another
He flitted
And dear girlfriend
Waiting to him from all sides.

She is waiting for her ... Alas! but in vain,
I know judged him as a rock!
Dries dries imperceptibly
Passionate, loyal doves.

It is adjacent to the grass,
Spout wrapped in feathers;
I do not groan, not a sigh;
Golubok asleep ... forever!

Suddenly, a dove flew,
Depressed, from afar,
Over his amiable village
Wakes wakes dove;

Crying, moaning, heart November,
He walks around pretty -
But ... alas! Chloe lovely!
Do not wake up my dear friend!

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