Wonderful lot accomplished:
Ugas great man.
In captivity grim rolled
Napoleon's formidable century.
Disappeared ruler convicted,
Mighty minion wins,
And dlyaizgnannika universe
Already the offspring comes.
Oh you, whose bloody memory
world long, a long time will be full,
Priosenen thy glory,
Pochy among desert waves ...
Gorgeous grave!
above the urn, where your ashes lie,
Peoples hatred rested,
And immortality beam lights.
Long Since your eagles fly
Above ground obesslavlennoy?
Long ago you broke empire
When thunder forces fatal;
Obedient to the will of the wayward,
Trouble noisy banners,
And imposes yoke sovereign
You're on earth tribes?
When illuminated by hope
I awakened the world from slavery,
And the hand of an angry gal
He will cast his old idol;
When the rebel area
In the dust of the royal corpse lying,
And the great day, inevitable -
Freedom to get up bright day -
Then, in a flurry of storms folk
Anticipating his inheritance wonderful,
In its noble hopes
You despised humanity.
In its ruinous happiness
You must believe daring soul,
You captivated autocracy
Disappointed beauty.
And updating the people
You buynost young humbled,
newborn freedom,
suddenly speechless, lost power;
Among the slaves to rapture
You quench the thirst of power,
I rushed to the fights of their militia.
Their chain wrapped laurels.
And France, fame production,
Captive earnestly beholding,
Forgetting hope stately,
On his brilliant shame.
You were swords into abundant feast;
Everything fell noisily in front of you:
Europe hybla - sleep mohylnыy
He hovered over her head.
And, in the majesty of shameful
I set foot on the chest of her colossus.
Tilsit!.. (at the sound of this and insulting
Now wax pale Ross) —
Tilyzit nadmennogo hero
Posledney glory venchal,
But boring world, but the coldness of the rest
The lucky soul troubled.
Nadmennыy! who you also came?
Who was overcome your marvelous mind?
As Russian heart is not postignul
You're brave with a height of doom?
fire generous
No preduznav, Since you dreamed,
What we are waiting for the world again, as a gift:
But late Russian guessed ...
Russia, Bran queen,
Vospomni ancient rights!
Pomerkni, sun Avsterlitsa!
dust, great Moscow!
The resulting time other,
disappear, brief our shame!
bless Moscow, Russia!
War on grave - our contract!
numb hands
Grabbing his iron crown,
He sees the sight of the abyss,
he dies, finally killed.
Bezhat Europe militia!
bloodied snow
They proclaimed their fall,
And melts them enemy trail.
And that's it, like a storm, zakipelo;
Europe has terminated its captive;
In the sled flew tyrant,
like thunder, curse tribes.
And the hand of the people's nemesis
Podyatu sees giant:
And until recently all the insults
will repay thee, tyrant!
Redeemed its acquisition of
And evil warlike Wonderland
Stifling anguish of exile
Under the shadow of alien skies.
And sultry sharpened
Polnoschny sail visit,
And the word of reconciliation traveler
On that stones načertit,
Where, fixing his eyes on the waves,
Exile remembered the sound of swords
And icy horror midnight,
And his sky France;
where sometimes, in his desert
forgetting the war, progeny, throne,
One, One of the lovely son
Disheartened bitter he thought.
Let it be overshadowed by shame
the cowardly, Who in this day
Mad unsettle reproach
His shadow debunked!
thank you! he Russian people
High lots have,
And the world eternal freedom
Out of the darkness links bequeathed.
