Not so proud I, my singer,
What could attract verses
Attention Flaming Hearts,
Playing with laughter and tears,
Not so proud, that sometimes
My artful tunes
Humbles thoughts maiden
The excitement of fear and shame,
not so, that satire column
Debauchery and malice I executed,
And that threatening voice lira
Lie in terror led,
Adamant that inspiration
And my tumultuous youth
And passion will and persecutions
I became known among the people,—
other, highest award
I was destined to rock -
Selfish thoughts joy!
Dreams vain dream!..
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