Nightingale, my nightingale,
sweet-voiced, loud-voiced nightingale!
Where are you flying to, oh where?
Where will you sing the whole night through?
Will some poor maiden just like me
hear you singing all night long,
never getting a moment's sleep,
lying drowning in her tears?
Excerto do poema Russian Song - Anton Delvig
in Chapter II - Around Pushkin
The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry - edited by Robert Chandler,
Boris Dralyuk and Irina Mashinski