Twilight – Caprice (rússia) – letras

It is the hour when from the boughsThe nightingale’s high note is heard-It is the hour – when lovers’ vowsSweet in every wordThey seem sweet in every whispered word.And gentle winds and waters nearMake music to the lonely ear.Each flower the dews have lightly wet,Stars and sky are met…And in the sky the stars are met.And on the wave is deeper blue,And on the leaf a browner hue -And in the Heaven, that’s clear obscureSoftly dark… darkly pure…