Текст песни Анна Нетребко - П.И. Чайковский Ночи Безумные

Night of crazy , sleepless nights ,
Incoherent speech , tired eyes ...
Night, lit the last fire ,
Autumn dead flowers belated !

Even while merciless hand
I pointed out that you were in a false ,
Still, I fly to your memory greedy,
In the past, the answer I am looking for the impossible ...

Insinuating whispers you to mute
Sounds day , obnoxious , noisy ...
In a quiet night you are my dream was distilled off
Sleepless nights , nights insane