Alexander Pushkin
Spanish love song

⁠Evening Zephyr
⁠Waves the ether.
⁠Murmurs,
⁠Rushes
⁠The Guadalquivir.

Now the golden moon has risen,
Quiet, … Tshoo … guitar 's now heard.…
Now the Spanish girl young
O'er the balcony has leaned.

⁠Evening Zephyr
⁠Waves the ether.
⁠Murmurs,
⁠Rushes
⁠The Guadalquivir.

Drop thy mantle, angel gentle,
And appear as fair as day!
Thro' the iron balustrade
Put thy wondrous tender foot!

⁠Evening Zephyr
⁠Waves the ether.
⁠Murmurs,
⁠Rushes
⁠The Guadalquivir.

Translated by Ivan Panin