Шуберт - Гретхен за прялкой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Gretchen behind the spinning of I.V. Goethe. Text. Translation by E. Guber

1 verse: the quarrel is sad and sad light, no sleep, no peace, to me, poor, to me, poor, no! When he is not with me, the light seems to me a grave. Got, my poor mind, there are no clear feelings, there are no bright thoughts.

2 verse: the quarrel is sad and sad light, no sleep, no peace, to me, poor, to me, poor, no! Looking out the window, I am sad about him, I’m looking for a meeting with him everywhere. I am looking for him - I do not find it. His smile and heat, and the camp is tall, and the brilliance of eyes ... The magical sound of his speeches, clench his hands, his kiss!

3 vending: the quarrel is sad and sad light, no sleep, no peace, to me, poor, to me, poor, no! I am sad and crying about him, my soul languishes about him, why can I not fly behind him, hug and wrinkle, hug and freeze. Why can't I fly after him, and die with him in a kiss, and die with him in a kiss.

The bite is sad and sad light!