Frédéric Chopin - Prelude in E-Minor ( no. 4)

My song flies with prayer Quiet at night time. In the grove easy to stop You come, my friend. When the moon roar sadly Leaves at late hour, And no one, my dear friend, Do not hear us. Hear, in the grove sounded Nightingale songs Their sounds are full of sorrow, They pray for me. They understand all the languor, All longing love And suggest affection On the soul they are. Give them access by calling You are your soul And on a secret date You come soon ogarev After all, there are autumn apparitions Heaven