Текст песни Иван Козловский - ария ленского

Where, where, where did you go,
Spring is my golden days?
What does the coming day prepare for me?
My eye catches in vain:
In deep darkness he lurks!
No need; rights of fate law!
Whether I fall, with an arrow pierced,
Or she will pass by,
All good; vigil and sleep
An hour comes!
Blessed is the day of cares,
Blessed is the coming of the darkness!
The morning ray of the dawn will shine
And the bright day will play,
And I, perhaps, I am the tombs
I'll go to the mysterious shadow!
And the memory of a young poet
Absorbs the slow Summer.
The world will forget me; but you, you, Olga ...
Tell me, will you 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!
Welcome friend, come, I'm your husband!
Come, come!
I'm waiting for you, the coveted friend.
Come, come; I'm your husband!
Where, where, where did you go,
Golden days, golden days of my spring?