Lyrics Ариэль - Ты не пой, соловей

You do not sing, nightingaws,
Under my window;
Frecking in the forest
My homeland!

Lubbies you window
Soul-girls ...
Pasting gently to her
About my longing;

You say, how without her
Saw, Icy I,
What grass on the steppe
In front of autumn.

Without her at night
The month is desiccated;
Among the day without fire
Sun slices.

No one who me
Will admit gentle?
On whose breasts to rest
Low head?

Without her on whose speech
Smile?
Whose a song, whose hello
Will the heart?

Well, the nightingale,
Under my window?
Fly away, fly away
To the shower-girl!

1832, Alexey Koltsov