Again the clouds above me
Gathered in silence;
Rock envious bedoyu
He threatened me again ...
I preserve my contempt for the fate?
Eh incurred to meet her
Determination and patience
Proud of my youth?
Stormy life weary,
Indifferently waiting for the storm:
May be, has saved,
Again, I will find a marina ...
But in anticipation of separation,
Inevitable, terrible hour,
compress your, my angel, hand
I hasten to the last time.
Angel krotkiy, serene,
I quietly Molvi: sorry,
Opechalysya: your gentle eyes
Podymi il Lower;
And your recollection
Replace my soul
force, pride, upovanye
And the courage of young days.
