На нивы жёлтые нисходит тишина,
в остывшем воздухе от меркнущих селений,
дрожа, несется звон... Душа моя полна
разлукою с тобой и горьких сожалений.
И каждый мой упрек я вспоминаю вновь,
и каждое твержу приветливое слово,
что мог бы я сказать тебе, моя любовь,
но что внутри себя я схоронил сурово.
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Calm is descending on the fields of ripening corn,
In the cooling air as the villages fade
A bell resounds . . . My soul is full
Of regret because of my bitter separation from you.
And I remember all of my reproaches,
And each supportive, friendly word
That I could have said to you, my love,
But which I kept firmly buried within myself.
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