Текст песни Шуберт- Зинчук - Вечерняя серенада

Let the day were gloomy and cruel in full,
Revealed by mockery and mischievous -
Your kiss, your hair wave -
And the flour of the day I will forget with you.

Let the day of trouble in ruthless fire
To life, faith will compare again, like the beast -
Your cheek attaching you to me
And I again believe in myself and in life.

And even if I lived, than stored,
From the beginning to the end gets up in vain, -
It is charming - after all, always over it
The blessing of your beautiful hands.

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Let the day painful to dream
Mock mocking grows chest
Your kiss and fragrance hair
In the night will return the path lost.

Let every day there are rampant fire
My whole faith in my world is bitten by
Your hand touch one
In the night, I return craving for life.

Let everything be prepared by fate
Fruitless struggle from the edge and to the edge,
In Silver Siagni I have to
Your movement of your hands blesses ...