K & N. I. Plyuskovoy

Lyre modest, noble
The gods of the earth, I did not praise
And the power of free-pride
Censer censers not flattery.
Freedom only uchasya praise,
Sacrificing her poems only,
I was not born kings fun
Bashful my muzoyu.
But, I confess, by Helikon,
Where Kastaliysky current noisy,
I, inspired by Apollo,
Elizabeth secretly sang.
Heavenly Earth's witness,
Inflammation of the heart
I sang on the throne of virtue
With her beauty Privetnoye.
Love and the mystery of freedom
Inspired hymn to the simple heart.
And integrity of my voice
It was an echo of the Russian people.

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