Текст песни Г.Свиридов. Пушкинский венок - Наташа - Хор В.Минина-2002

Fades, fades summer red;
Fly clear days;
Rainy mist spreads
Nights in slumbering shadows;
Empty cereal fields,
Brook stopped playful;
Forest curly hair turned gray;
Firmament pale.

 Light, Natasha! Where are you now?
That no one sees you not?
Or you do not want a single hour
With another heart to share?
Neither the lake wavy,
Neither the covert fragrant linden trees
Early - Late times
I have not met with you.

 Soon, soon the cold Winter
Grove, a field visit;
The light in the smoky hovel
Soon bright gleams;
I shall not see the charming
And, as a finch in a cage close,
Houses will grieve
And remember Natasha.