Текст песни Ж. Бичевская - Вечерний звон
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Those evening bells! those evening bells!How many a tale their music tells,
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are pass’d away;
And many a heart, that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.
And so ’twill be when I am gone;
That tuneful peal will still ring on,
While other hards shall walk these dells,
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
Вечерний звон, вечерний звон!
Как много дум наводит он
О юных днях в краю родном,
Где я любил, где отчий дом,
И как я, с ним навек простясь,
Там слушал звон в последний раз!
Уже не зреть мне светлых дней
Весны обманчивой моей!
И сколько нет теперь в живых
Тогда веселых, молодых!
И крепок их могильный сон;
Не слышен им вечерний звон.
Лежать и мне в земле сырой!
Напев унывный надо мной
В долине ветер разнесет;
Другой певец по ней пройдет,
И уж не я, а будет он
В раздумье петь вечерний звон!
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Those evening bells! those evening bells!How many a tale their music tells,
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are pass'd away;
And many a heart, that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.
And so 'twill be when I am gone;
That tuneful peal will still ring on,
While other hards shall walk these dells,
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
Evening bells, evening bells!
How many thoughts does he make
About young days in the native land,
Where I loved, where is my father's house,
And how I, saying goodbye to him forever,
There I listened to the ringing for the last time!
I can’t see the bright days
My deceiving spring!
And how many are now dead
Then cheerful, young!
And their burial sleep is strong;
They do not hear the evening ringing.
Lying in the damp earth too!
A sad chant over me
In the valley the wind will blow;
Another singer will walk over it
And not me, but he will
In thought, sing the evening bells!