Sunset in the depths of burning out,
Over the grim silence of the Elbe worn,
Through the clouds faded quietly ran
hazy moon:
Already in the west of gray, wearing mist,
With plain water blended blue sky.
Alone in the darkness of night on a rock dikoyu
Napoleon sat.
The destroyer mind crowded with gloomy thoughts,
He dreams of a new Europe in the chain forged
AND, to distant shores vozvedshego look glum,
whispered fiercely:
“Around me all asleep rested,
Laid down in the fog gulf stormy waves,
Do not swim out to sea or fragile choln,
Gladney nor beast vzvoet over the grave -
I am on my own, rebellious thoughts full of ...
ABOUT, soon, napenyas under rudders,
I rush submissive wave,
And sleeping waters interrupted the silence?…
waves, night, Elbe over rocks!
Tmis darker the clouds, moon!
There, waiting for me fearless squad.
already agreed, already closed, in order!
Oh, the world is in chains before me!
Praed I to you through the black abyss
And gryanu again ruinous storm!
Catching wrestle! for gallʹskimi Orle,
With a sword in the hands of victory fly,
Bloody current valleys boils,
And the throne in the dust I Descend thunder
And I will break the European Brave Shield!..
But circle round me all asleep rested,
Laid down in the fog gulf stormy waves,
Do not swim out to sea or fragile choln,
Gladney nor beast vzvoet over the grave -
I am on my own, rebellious thoughts full of ...
About happiness! evil deceiver,
And you, as a sweet dream, It is hidden from the eyes,
Amid the storm of my secret keeper
And true Pestun with young days!
Long Since the invisible paths of
I led you to the throne
And hid stout hand
The crowns of laurel forehead!
How long is it with trembling nations
Bore me timidly tribute to freedom,
Flags frequent bow;
I round the smoldering thunder,
And thanks to the brilliance of the head
rushed, Cover me wings?…
But Tucha hroznaya looming over Moscow,
A Sound of Thunder revenge!..
Polnoschi king Mlada! - you dvignul militia,
And after the death went bloody banners,
Responded Mighty Fall of,
And peace on earth, and the joy of heaven,
And me - disgrace and imprisonment!
And crushed my sounding board,
Helmet does not shine on the battlefield;
In the coastal grasses sword forgotten
And fade in the mist.
And quietly all around. In the silence of the night
In vain fancies me howling death,
And the sound of the glittering sword,
And groaning fallen Awesome -
Only lapping waves listens greedy ears;
Stopped fighting click familiar,
Bloody strife extinguished thunder,
And the torch was extinguished vengeance.
But the hour is nigh! coming fateful minutes!
Already flying boat, where the hidden throne formidable;
Around stretched dense haze,
AND, eyes gleaming death,
Blanching rebellion sitting on the deck.
dismayed, of Gaul! Europe! vengeance, vengeance!
Howl - your whip rebelled - and everything will fall into dust.
all perish quickly, and then, in general destruction,
King vossyadu on graves!”
Umolk. The heavens were dark shadows,
And last month, distant clouds leaving the dark canopy,
shuddering, faint light spilled it on the west -
Eastern Star was playing in the ocean,
And mature Rook, running in the fog
Under the arch of the Elbe formidable cliffs.
And you Gallia, a predator, Osen;
Pobegli awe legitimate kings.
But seest Do? Goes off day, instant darkness hid
Face glowing dawn,
Prosterlas silence over bezdnoyu sedoyu,
Gloomy vault of heaven, thunderstorm in the mist hangs,
Everything was quiet ... Tremble! death over you,
And your lot more hidden!
