My dear, how unfair
Your jealous dreams:
I have forgotten the love calls
And the captivity of dangerous beauty:
Freedom of peaceful one,
The crowd of young beauties,
I, indifferent and lazy,
Their gods do not see them.
Their languid glance, Privetnoye babble
No longer have power over me.
Forgotten gentle heart palpitations
And the flame of his youth living.
Now too difficult to fall in love with me,
Sigh awkward and funny,
Hoping foolishly believe,
Husbands cheat sin.
I passed a cheerful celebration of life.
As my pensive monkey,
As Baratynsky, I keep telling:
“L can not find a girlfriend gentle?
L can not find the love of reliable?”
And I find nothing.
Leaving the specter of false happiness,
Without the intoxicating passion.
I became a confidant of cautious
My inexperienced friends.
When the ecstatic lover.
yearning, crying in front of me
And dlyakrasavitsы arrogance
Vows a sacrifice;
When in the heat of their desire
With delight, he expounded it
woolly, dark expectations
Deceptive, but a sweet dream
AND, tightly clenched hand from a friend,
Klyanet jealous spouse,
Or are bothersome mother, —
His frantic assurances
And pominutnыm povtorenьяm
I like to listen to the participation of:
I flatter his blind hope,
I'm young youth stranger
And I say: it was before
During it and with me.
