Текст песни Сергей Лемешев - Ария Ленского

Where, where, where did you go,
the spring of my golden days?
What does the coming day prepare for me?
My eye catches in vain:
in the deep darkness he lurks!
No need; rights of fate law!
Whether I fall, with an arrow pierced,
il past it will fly, -
all good; vigil and sleep
the hour comes!
Blessed is the day of cares,
Blessed and darkness is the coming!
The morning ray of the day will shine,
and will play a bright day,
and I, perhaps, am the tombs
I will descend into a mysterious shadow!
And the memory of a young poet
will absorb the slow Summer.
The world will forget me; but you, you, Olga ...
Tell me whether you will come, the maiden of beauty,
shed a tear over the early urn
and to think: he loved me!
He dedicated me one
dawn of a sad stormy life!
Oh, Olga, I loved you!
I dedicated you to one
dawn of a sad stormy life!
Oh, Olga, I loved you!
A heartfelt friend, a desired friend,
come, come!
Desired friend, come, I'm your husband,
Come, I'm your husband!
Come, come!
I'm waiting for you, my cherished friend,
come, come, I'm your husband!
Where, where, where did you go,
my spring, spring my golden days?