[My] blithe ignorance of
Sly demon angered,
And it is my existence
With its forever united.
I began to look [his eyes],
I was given a poor life treasure,
With its obscure words
My soul sounded in order.
I looked at the world's eye [clear]
And astonished silence:
Shall he seemed to me
So majestic and beautiful?
what, a young dreamer,
You searched for him, aspired,
Who enthusiastic soul
Worship is not ashamed?
[And look, I threw] people,
I saw their haughty, low,
[Cruel] windy judges,
of fools, always loved mischief.
Previous fearful of crowds,
[brutal], vain, cold,
[Smešon] [voice] the benefit of the truth<родны>and,
A century in vain experience.
You're right, wise people,
What Freedom of wills<ный> cry!
Stage does not need the gift of freedom,
[They should be cut or shear],
Their inheritance from generation to generations
Yoke with hremushkamy <да бич>.
