«Blue is the night, and the moon is glancing, / There was a time, I was young and handsome. / / So irretrievable and so persistent / All has gone by...all is past ...and distant... / / Cold is my heart and so dim is my sight... / Blue is my happiness! Moonlit the night!»
«Blue is the fog, the expanse is snow-bound, / Fine is the beam of the moon that shines. / Isn't it nice to be sitting around, / Thinking about the bygone times?! / / Down by the porch is the snow thawing out. / Just like to-night, by the moonlight, alone, / Putting my cap on, the wro...»
«You have been used by someone else / But there is something good at bottom: / Your glassy hair casting spells, / Your weary eyes tired out in autumn. / / The autumn age! Well, for my part, / I like it more than youth, I know it, / You're now much better to the heart / And fascinat...»
«Oh, what a night! I cannot sleep. / The sky is moonlit. Well, I never! / It seems that I in my heart I keep / The youth that has been gone for ever. / / My friend of frosted bygone years, / Don't call a game love and affection, / I'd rather have the moonlight rays / Flow down up...»