Текст песни Сие произведение я пела на концертах. - Ариозо Иоланты . Чайковский.

Why it did not know before
No angst I nor sorrow nor crying ,
And all the days proceeded , happened,
Among the sounds of heaven, and roses ?
I hear little birds chirping ,
Lukewarm revive a distant forest,
And everywhere the sounds of jubilation -
I entered into a solemn chorus !

And now all day brings me
Incomprehensible deep reproach,
And destiny sends pangs
Birds Choir and noisy stream.
Why is this night silence
And I began to cool a mile ?
Why do I like sobs
I hear where the nightingale sings ?
Why , tell me ? From What?
From What?
Tell me , Martha ?!