What do you make noise, folk orator?
Why do you threaten anathema Russia?
What angered you? excitement Lithuania?
leave: This dispute between the Slavs themselves,
Home, old dispute, too weighted fate,
Question, which do not allow you.
It has long been among themselves
Warring these tribes;
Do not just storm pod klonylas
It's, then our party.
Who can stand in an unequal dispute:
Kychlyvыy Pole, il faithful Ross?
L Slavic streams merge in the Russian sea?
It is my only weapon runs out? that's the question.
leave us: you not read
These bloody tablets;
you do not understand, foreign to you
And this family feud;
For you are silent, and the Kremlin Prague;
Pointless to seduce you
Wrestling desperate courage -
And you hate us ...
Why should we think? responsible; for you to,
What flaming ruins of Moscow
We will not recognize blatant
Togo, under whom you trembling?
For this L, that pushed into the abyss
We are tending in the kingdoms of the idol
And our blood atoned
European freedom, honor and peace?…
You are formidable in words - try to actually!
Ile old hero, late to bed,
Unable to tighten his Izmail bayonet!
Ile Russian czar already powerless word?
Or we argue with Europe's new?
Or by Russian victories weaned?
Ile few of us? Or from Perm to Tauris,
Frigid from the Finnish rock to fiery Colchis,
From the shock of the Kremlin
Before the walls motionless China,
Steel stubble glittering,
Snaps Russian land?…
So send us Well, vitii,
His embittered sons:
There is a place to them in the fields of Russia
Among them nechuzhdyh coffins.
