Текст песни Дмитрий Хворостовский - П.И.Чайковский - ни слова о друг мой...

Alexey Plescheev

 
SILENCE
      (From M. Hartmann)

Not a word, oh my friend, not a sigh ...
We will be silent with you ...
After all, silently above the grave stone
Sad willows bow ...

And only bending down, they read,
Like me, in your eyes tired
What were the days of clear happiness
That this happiness is gone!
& lt; 1861 & gt;