I will soon be silent!.. But if in the day of trouble;
Pensive play my strings meet;
But if the young man, listening to silence me,
Long marveled at the love of my torment:
But if you yourself, predavshisy umilenyyu,
Sad verses repeated in silence
And my heart language love passion ...
But if I let love ..., a dear friend,
Let the sound of the lyre animate farewell
Cherished lover beautiful name!..
When I sleep forever obymet death,
Above my urnoyu murmured with emotion:
He was loved by me, he was loaned to me
And the songs of love and the latest inspiration.
