Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Вечерний звон
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Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells, Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are pass’d away; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so ’twill be when I am gone; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other hards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells. Вечерний звон, вечерний звон! Как много дум наводит он О юных днях в краю родном, Где я любил, где отчий дом, И как я, с ним навек простясь, Там слушал звон в последний раз! Уже не зреть мне светлых дней Весны обманчивой моей! И сколько нет теперь в живых Тогда веселых, молодых! И крепок их могильный сон; Не слышен им вечерний звон. Лежать и мне в земле сырой! Напев унывный надо мной В долине ветер разнесет; Другой певец по ней пройдет, И уж не я, а будет он В раздумье петь вечерний звон! Смотрите также:
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Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells,
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are pass'd away;
And many a heart, that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.
And so 'twill be when I am gone;
That tuneful peal will still ring on,
While other hards shall walk these dells,
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
Evening Bells , curfew !
How many thoughts , he suggests
About young days in its homeland ,
Where I loved where his father's house ,
And like me, with him forever I'm sorry,
There listening to the ringing of the last time!
I will not ripen bright days
My spring deceptive !
And how there is now alive
Then cheerful young !
And their strong sepulchral sleep;
Not heard them curfew .
And I lay in the damp earth !
Chant unyvny me
In the valley of the wind will spread ;
Another singer on her pass,
And it is not me, but he will
In meditation sing curfew !
