Текст песни Ф.И.Тютчев - Как сладко дремлет сад темно-зеленый...

How sweet the garden is napping green
Embraced by a blissful blue night!
Through the apple trees, bleached flowers
How sweetly the golden month shines! ..

Mysteriously, like the first day of creation,
In the bottomless sky the starry host burns,
The music of the distant is heard exclamations
The neighboring key speaks louder ...

A veil descended upon the world
The movement was exhausted, labor fell asleep ...
Above the sleeping hail, as at the tops of a forest,
A wonderful nightly rumble awoke ...

Where did he come from, this incomprehensible hum? ..
Or mortal thoughts freed by sleep
The world is incorporeal, audible but invisible,
Now swarming in the chaos of the night? ..