Текст песни Ian Bostridge - 7. Auf dem Flusse На реке

You fled so fast, oh, bright, indomitable river!
What are you so quiet now? Dressed in ice white clothes,
You are insensitive and motionless.
I am writing on the ice with a sharp stone of an expensive heart name,
And the day of the meeting, and the hour of farewell.
And it seems this inscription in time by a broken ring.
My heart! In this river I see the resemblance to you:
After all, you have under Ice Savan
She strives a frantic flow.