Текст песни Ф.И.Тютчев - И гроб опущен уж в могилу

And the coffin lowered into the grave too ,
And all gathered around ...
Pound , they breathe through force,
Spirals chest pestilential spirit ...

And over the grave open ,
The headed where the tomb is ,
The honorable scientist Pastor
It says the funeral .

Broadcasts frailty of human,
Fall, the blood of Christ ...
And umnoyu , decent speech
A crowd of different activities ...

And the sky is so pure , incorruptible ,
So infinitely above the ground ...
And the birds hover clamorously
In the air blue abyss ...