Thins the clouds flying ridge;
star sad, evening Star,
Your ray oserebril withered plains,
And the dormant Bay, and black rocks tops;
I love your little light in the heavenly heights:
He was awakened by thoughts, asleep in me.
I remember your sunrise, familiar luminary,
Above peaceful stranoy, where everything to heart cute,
Where the slender poplar valleys ascended,
Where gentle slumber myrtle and dark cypress,
And the sweet rustle midday wave.
There is no time in the mountains, heart full of thoughts,
I dragged over the sea pensive laziness,
When the hut went the night shadows -
And the young maiden was looking for you in the mist
And the name of his girlfriend called.
