Текст песни Ф.И. Тютчев - Сижу задумчив и один

Sitting thoughtful and alone,
On extinguished fireplace
    I looked through my tears ...
Longingly I conceive of the past
And words, in my despondency,
    I do not find.

Past - was there ever?
What now - will always? ..
    It proydet-
It will take it as it went,
And sink into dark zherlo-
    Year after year.

Year after year, century after century ...
Well angry man
    This grass of the earth! ..
He quickly fades quickly - so,
But with the new summer - the new grass
    And a sheet.

And once again, that all that is,
And once again rose will bloom,
    And thorns identity ...
But you, my poor, pale,
You certainly do not have the Renaissance,
    Not rastsvetesh ...

You were ripped off by my hand,
What bliss and toskoy-
    What does God know?
Stay Well on my chest,
While love is not stopped it
    Last breath...

& lt; 1835 & gt;