Текст песни Ф.И.Тютчев - И гроб опущен уж в могилу

And the coffin lowered into the grave too ,
And all gathered around ...
Pounded , breathe through force ,
Spiral chest noxious spirit ...

And over the grave of an open ,
On the crown , where the coffin stands
The honorable scientist Pastor
It says the funeral .

Broadcasts frailty human,
Fall, the blood of Christ ...
And umnoyu , decent speech
A crowd of different activities ...

And the sky is so pure , incorruptible ,
So infinitely above the ground ...
And the birds hover clamorously
In the air blue abyss ...