Текст песни Бедная Настя - Песня цыгана Седого

Again, I hear your voice ,
I hear and pale ;
He leaves as a soul ,
With thy beauty !

If the flour knew
I sensed early in the morning -
He did not like would have caressed
Swarthy gypsy .

Why Well vain goryachit
Blood in the veins zastylyh ?
I failed to love you ,
I - can not forget .

Again, I hear your voice ,
I hear and pale ;
As I parted with the soul ,
With thy beauty !