Why fear-j'e ie to say?
It was Margot who fixed my taste.
And I happened to know,
What kind of bird Cupid;
Heart passionate captivity;
I confess - I love!
Flew happy time,
How, love without knowing the burden,
I'm alive but popeval,
As in the theater, and at balls,
Il on the festivities at the casino
Light marshmallow flew;
How, laughing evil Cupid,
I wrote a caricature
On the kind of female sex;
But in vain I laughed,
Finally I got myself,
himself, Alas! crazy.
laughter, freedom - all under the bench
From Catos I resigned,
And now I - Celadon!
Pretty priestess tali
Natalia saw charms,
And it is in the heart - Cupid!
So, Natalia! confess,
I you prisoners,
For the first time more, ashamed of,
The female beauty love.
All day, neither Virtue
Just busy, I thee;
Night comes - and only you
I see the empty dreams,
I see, Lightweight apparel
Though dear to me;
shyly, sweet breath,
White chest vibrations,
Snow white eclipsed,
And poluotverstы eyes,
Frugal silent darkness of the night -
Spirit lead me into raptures!..
I am alone in the gazebo with her,
See ... virginity lileyu,
Trepeshtu, straitened, struck dumb ...
And woke up ... I see darkness
Around the bed alone!
Emitting a sigh deep,
sleep lazy, tomnookoy
Flies on the wings.
Passion becomes stronger
AND, love wearied,
I faint every hour.
All for something mind seeks,
And what? - none of us
The ladies in the ear that does not tell,
And this way and that smear.
I - in my own way will explain.
All lovers are willing
And that, they do not know;
It is their property - marvel!
wrapped robe,
With hvatskoy cap on Bekrenev
I would like to Philemon
under evening, everywhere as the shadow,
Took Anyutы hand nezhnu,
Interpret lovingly flour,
Speak: She is mine!
I would like to, so that the Nazarite
You try me
Keep touching eyes.
Ile gray Guardian
light, nice little Rosina,
Old stepson Fate,
In epanche and wig,
Daring fiery hand
Snow-white, gender breasts ...
I would like ... yes foot
Sea not step.
AND, at least on the ears in love,
But with you Separated,
I am deprived of all hope.
But, Natalia! you do not know
Who is your delicate celadon,
You still do not understand,
Why he does not dare
And hope? - Natalia!
Hear me yet:
Do not lord I Seraglio,
No arap, I'm not a Turk.
For a suave Chinese,
rough American
Read can not be me,
Do not imagine, and nemchury,
With the cap on the hair,
With mug, pour beer,
And with a cigarette in his mouth.
Do not imagine Horse Guards
The helmet, Long sword.
I do not like abusive thunder:
sword, saber, halberd
Not tyagchat my hands
For Adam's sin.
- Who are you, chatterbox lover?
Take a look at the walls of lofty,
Where eternal darkness of silence;
Take a look at Okny barrage,
On the lamps there is a lit ...
Know, Natalia! - I ... monk!
