Gods you are still
Zlatыe days, golden night,
And languid maidens fixed
Attentive eyes on you.
Play, sing, oh friends!
Utratte evening fleeting;
And your joy carefree
Through tears I Smile.
Gods you are still
Zlatыe days, golden night,
And languid maidens fixed
Attentive eyes on you.
Play, sing, oh friends!
Utratte evening fleeting;
And your joy carefree
Through tears I Smile.