Текст и слова песни Stephen Foster – Goodnight
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.
'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.
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