Not, I am not a flatterer, when the king
Praise the free term:
I feel free to express feelings,
I speak the language of the heart.
I just loved it:
he cheerfully, honestly governs us;
Russia suddenly he revived
war, hopes, labors.
Oh no, though youth it boils,
But not cruel in it the spirit of sovereign:
So, who punishes clearly,
He secretly creates mercy.
Flowed into exile my life,
I eked out with nice separation,
But he is my royal hand
Stretched - and I'm with you again.
He honored me inspiration,
He freed my thoughts,
And I l, in the heart of emotion,
He did not wave pox?
I smoothie! Not, brothers, smoothie tricky:
He is the king of the mountain on naklichet,
He has great power of its rights
Only one mercy limit.
he will say: people despise,
Wilderness nature tender voice,
he will say: prosveschenya fruit -
Debauchery and a rebellious spirit!
Bede country, where slave and flatterer
Some are close to the throne,
A sky-elect singer
Is silent, clapping eyes below.
