Текст песни 13. М. Глинка. - руслан и людмила Персидский хор.

Falls in the field of darkness night;
From the waves, the wind rose cold.
Late, a young traveler!
Circling our expanse.

Here at night Nega and peace
And during the day and noise and sawing.
Come to friendly
Come, about a young traveler!

We will find the beautiful swarm;
Their gentle speeches and lobsagne.
Come to the secret calling,
Come, about a young traveler!

You and Morning Zarya
Fill the Cup for a farewell.
Come to peaceful calling,
Come, about a young traveler!
Falls in the field of darkness night;
The wind rose from the waves,
Late, a young traveler!
Circling our more beautiful. "