Пётр Чайковский - Op37. Времена года. Январь. У камелька - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“This is that melancholic feeling that comes in the evening when you are sitting alone, tired from work, picked up a book, but it fell out of your hands. A whole swarm of memories appeared. And it’s sad that so much has happened and passed, and it’s nice to remember your youth. And I feel sorry for the past, and there is no desire to start again. Life is tired. It’s nice to relax and look around.<...> It’s sad and somehow sweet to plunge into the past” (Pyotr Tchaikovsky).