You are spoiled by nature;
She was partial to you,
And our eternal praise
You seem tiresome ode.
You know for a long time,
What you love is no wonder,
With gentle eyes, you Armida,
What do you easy pitched Sylphide,
Your scarlet mouth,
As harmonic Rose ...
And our rhymes, our prose
Here noise and vanity.
But the beauty of recollection
We touches the heart in secret -
And strok nebrezhnыh nachertanye
I bring humility in your album.
Perhaps in memory involuntarily
You'll have the, who you Phewa
In days, as the Presnensky field
Another fence not muzzle.
