Текст песни Евгения Смольянинова - А.С. Пушкин - Медлительно влекутся дни мои

My days are slow,
And every moment in a sad heart multiplies
All the sorrows of unhappy love
And all the dreams of madness are disturbing.
But I am silent; my murmur is not heard;
I shed tears; comfort tears to me;
My soul, captivated by longing
Bitter delights in them.
Life is an hour! fly, don't pity you
Disappear in the dark, empty ghost;
The torment of my love is dear to me -
Let me die, but let me die loving!