Текст песни Трепанга - Моя любовь мертва

Poetry English romanticism of the XIX century

In the crowd of wandering, lonely
Translated by A. Golemba

In the crowd of wandering, alone:
For me that punishes the rock?
Why prematurely extinguished
Light of these lovely women's eyes?
So, a terrible rock crushed
All that I loved what I lived -
I dig affection words
Now my love is dead!
Damsels have much around,
Alien pleasures, foreign friends,
But they give you,
They like your timid glance.
Ah, where is clear brow?
Where is the voice of my dear? everything went
Without a Trace - il lost the trail?
Silence - in response to complaints!
Why soul dumb question
Unable to preserve the past?
Why disappear, why died down
Heat cute lips, light sweet eyes?
No, cool chest forever,
Delight blessed not return -
Bliss sunk long ago,
Disgusted rise is not given!