Текст песни М. И. Глинка - Венецианская ночь

The night breathed spring
Light yuzhnoyu beauty;
Brent proceeded quietly,
Serebrimaya moon;
Reflected wave of fiery
Gloss transparent clouds,
Also Rises scented steam
From the green banks.
 
Body of azure, languid murmur
Just drobimyya wave
Oranges, myrtles whisper
And love the moonlight,
Intoxicated fragrance
And flowers and fresh herbs,
And far chant Torquatus
Harmonic octaves -
 
All pours secret joy,
Feelings wonderful world of dreams,
Heart beats racing Mladost
In the spring feast of love;
Waters glide gondola
Sparks bryzzhut a paddle,
Sounds tender Barcarolle
Blowing breeze.