Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin - Awakening lyrics

O dreams, my dreams, Where is your sweetness? Where are you, Joy of nightly fleetness? They're gone away – My fancies, gay, And now alone In darkness grown I, sleepless, stay. A mute night hovers My bed above In a flash lone Turned cool and gone Dreams of my love, Like a tense crowd. But still heart beats The longings' sound And catches bits Of dreams around. Love, hear my plea, Hark to my prayer: Send back to me Your visions, fair, And by morn sky, Again enchanted, Let . . . Let me die Still unawaken'd.