Plenivshis' rozoj, solovej
I den' i noch' pojot nad nej;
No roza molcha pesnjam vnemlet...
Na lire tak pevec inoj
Pojot dlja devy molodoj;
A deva milaja ne znaet –
Komu pojot i otchego
Pechal'ny pesni tak ego?...
Captivated by a rose, the nightingale
Sings over her, both day and night;
But the rose in silence harkens to his songs...
And so a certain other singer, to his lyre,
Sings for his young maiden;
But the maiden tender does not know
For whom he sings, and why
His songs should be so sad?...