Перевод текста на английский язык "цыганы"Пушкин

Over the wooded banks, In the hour of evening silence, Noise and songs under the tents, And the lights are spread out.

Hello, happy tribe! I recognize your bonfires; I myself at a different timeHe escorted these tents.

Tomorrow with the first raysYour will disappear. You will leave - but for youDo not go your poet.

He's a wandering placeAnd the leprosy of antiquityI forgot about rural blissAnd home silence.