Блеск зарницы над рекою, — будет тяжело, легко ли, Все равно игла уколет, болью наградит,
Обожжет, поднимет в полночь, обращая немощь в помощь — Путь ни сердцем, ни наощупь неисповедим!
Здесь ли, где-то, юный, старый, в одиночку или стаей, Снова жизнь перелистаю, раб и господин,
Окунусь в огонь ристалищ, расплещусь узорной сталью, Осушу родник Кастальский, строг и нелюдим, —
Кашель, боль, хрустят суставы, на пороге ждет усталость, ""Встань!"" — не стану. ""Встань!"" — не встану. ""Встань!"" — встаю. ""Иди..."" Sedina in my crown, gnaw in a reliable defense, Late at night, Gray Borony Heart Beretit,
The ancient poplar will drop the leaf - as if he will touch his soul with a finger, And the soul will groan in response, say: "" Stand up! Go .. "" "
I am the king on the slippery throne, on the wedding - an outsider, The death of lovers in Verona, pain in an empty chest,
The shine of the coins in the palm of your hand, the hole in the old tide, Dead Vepr in Calidon, - I am alone in the field,
I am alone, for a long time I am not a warrior, I have expired with a wolf howl, It would be at least two of us ... God, mercy!
Let me hide with your head, become a grass, become a mud. Pala, yellow foliage, silver gray hair,
Give me a hungry hand a handful of eternal peace, The smell of a sluggish levkoy, lace curtains,
The shine of the lightning over the river is difficult, is it easy Anyway, the needle will prick, reward with pain,
Will burn, raise it at midnight, turning the weakness to help - The path is neither in heart, nor by touch!
Is there, somewhere, young, old, alone or flock, Again, I’ll turn my life, slave and sir,
I will plunge into the fire of the ristalisms, I will fall asleep with patterned steel, I drain the Rodnik of the Castalsky, strict and unsociable, -
Cough, pain, joints crunch, fatigue awaits on the threshold, "Get up!" " - I will not. "Get up!" " - I will not get up. "Get up!" " - I get up. "" Go ... ""