Текст песни Тютчев Ф.И. - Смотри как роща зеленеет

Look like grove green
The scorching sun loss
And in it - some kind of non-well
From each branch and leaf!

Enter and sit down the roots
Tree, Summary Spring, -
Where, where, the mistakes are mastered,
He whispers in dusk him.

We will wander their vertices on us,
In half a day, heat is immersed,
And only sometimes the cry of eagle
It comes to us from the embroidered ...

End of August 1857.