Lyrics Иван Бунин - Еще утро не скоро, не скоро

Another morning is not soon, not soon,
night from the quiet forests is not gone.
Under the canopy of a sleepy bora -
pre-dawn warm mist.

Even the early birds did not sing,
a little gray above the heavens
wet green dark spruce
smells summer needles dew.

And let it not a little longer.
This slow path through the woods,
this night is not going back anymore
but it’s easy to separate us ...

Bell in silence boron
it will freeze, then will sing again ...
Quiet night through the valleys is ...
Another morning, not soon, not soon.