The anxious days will not recede,
And stronger grows the smell of rye.
If you were laid here at my feet,
My darling, lie.
In the trees, orioles shrill all day,
Only the night breaks this routine.
It’s fun to fan lively wasps away
From your eyes of green.
The bells jingle as a coach goes by, —
A sound so memorable, so light.
I’ll sing a song, so you don’t cry,
About the parting night.
Каждый день по-новому тревожен,
Все сильнее запах спелой ржи.
Если ты к ногам моим положен,
Ласковый, лежи.
Иволги кричат в широких кленах,
Их ничем до ночи не унять.
Любо мне от глаз твоих зеленых
Ос веселых отгонять.
На дороге бубенец зазвякал —
Памятен нам этот легкий звук.
Я спою тебе, чтоб ты не плакал,
Песенку о вечере разлук.
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