Оригинален текст
How sweet the happy evening's close,
'Tis the hour of sweet repose–
Good-night.
The summer wind has sunk to rest,
The moon serenely bright
Unfolds her calm and gentle ray,
Softly now she seems to say,
Good-night.
How sweet the happy evening's close,
'Tis the hour of sweet repose–
Good-night.
The summer wind has sunk to rest,
The moon serenely bright
Unfolds her calm and gentle ray,
Softly now she seems to say,
Good-night.