Текст песни Вито Лич - В СУМРАКЕ ВЕЧЕРНЕМ

In the twilight of the evening
In the evening twilight
      sounded
weightlessly song
      Nightingale.
Everything everywhere is fine,
      majestically:
but sadly in the grove,
      stream.
            ***
Cantillation
Roses bloom in the grove.
Petals suddenly matured.
And no one was waiting for the threat:
The silence was around.
            ***
And close behind grove
      all splendidly,
I sing love songs
      Nightingale.
He sang and admired
      Rose cute,
as it happens -
      in people.

Nightingale rose again
       high.
and I saw in a grove
      crumpled trail.
There lay a rose
      lonely
lost its former,
     bright color.

There was no suffering b
     Nightingale,
if I had Rose
     again intact,
if she Zorka
     beckoned,
if I smiled,
     blossomed.

In the evening twilight
     you will not hear
old tunes
     Nightingale.
I chattered anxiously
     rain on the roof:
heart ache
     I have…
              
Cantillation
Nightingales - sing us a song.
Roses are found in the garden.
And who is looking for female honor -
He finds himself trouble.