Текст песни Брамс - Венгерский танец

The month shone in the clear sky,
The fog lay over the river in a veil.
Danko rode far into the steppe,
My dear did not say goodbye to me.

A turtle-dove will coo in the garden,
In the grove, a nightingale will cry ...
I won't go to the steppe with Danko,
He will not hear my song.

Oh, how long the night is stifling!
The heart is not obedient,
All night long I can't close my eyes.
If only the dawn would glow.
If only the morning would turn white.
Ah, sooner a clear day would come, sooner.

The steppe hums under a sonorous hoof.
A horse rushes like a whirlwind, throwing up dust.
Danko flies like a bird across the steppe -
Foam flakes fall off the bit.

The cute one will jump off the horse,
From the gate he waved his hat.
In his arms he will carry me
A kiss will burn your lips.

Hit the ringing tambourines harder,
Break, violins, thin strings!
In a violent dance, let your soul be taken away!
To make the ribbons flutter
To scatter the braids
So that the heart beats like a bird in the chest!