Текст песни Тютчев - В часы, когда бывает...

In the hours when there is
So hard in the chest,
And my heart faint,
And only darkness ahead;

Without effort and without moving,
We are so depressed,
That even the consolation
Friends we were not funny -

Suddenly a ray of sunshine Privetnoye
Enter sneak us
And falls upon ognetsvetnoy
Jets on the walls;

And with a solid supportive,
With azure heights
Suddenly, the air fragrant
In the window at us smells ...

Lessons and Tips
They do not carry us,
And the fate of slander
They will not save us.

But we are by virtue of their chuem,
They hear the grace,
And the less we yearn,
And the easier it is to breathe ...

So cute-fertile,
Airy and bright,
My soul hundredfold
Your love was.