Текст песни Вито Лич - В СУМРАКЕ ВЕЧЕРНЕМ

IN THE DUSK EVENING
In the evening dusk
sounded
weightless song
Nightingale.
Everything is beautiful everywhere
majestically:
only sadly in the grove,
by the stream.
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Recitative
Blossoming in the grove of the Roses.
The petals are ripe suddenly.
And no one expected a threat:
Silence was all around.
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And close behind the grove,
everyone marvels
the lover sang songs
Nightingale.
Sang and admired
Sweet rose
how it happens -
in people.

The nightingale has risen once
high.
and saw in the grove
crumpled footprint.
Rose lay there
alone,
losing your old one
bright color.

There would be no suffering
Nightingale,
if there was a rose
whole again
if she was dawn
beckoned,
if I smiled
blossomed.

In the evening dusk
you won't hear
old tunes
Nightingale.
Pounded anxiously
rain on the roof:
heart ache
I have…

Recitative
Nightingales sing us songs.
Roses are found in the garden.
And who is looking for female honor -
He will find himself in trouble.