War! finally Podyaty,
Noisy banner of warlike honor!
I see the blood, I see holiday destinations;
Zasvischet me round the disastrous lead.
And how many strong impressions
For weary of my soul!
The desire to violent militias,
concerns rose, the sound of swords,
And in the fatal fire fighting
The fall of martial and leaders!
Objects proud chants
Wake my genius asleep! —
Everything is new to me: simple canopy tent,
lights enemies, their alien invocation,
Evening drum, cannon thunder, core squeal
And the death of this idle formidable.
L You will be born in me, blind passion of glory,
You, death of thirst, fierce heat heroes?
Do me a double wreath will get a portion of the,
Death eh dark judged me lots of fights?
And all will die with me: hope young days,
Sacred Heart fire, to high aspirations,
Memories and brother and friends,
And to think creatively vain excitement,
And you, and you, love!.. Can it be true or abusive noise,
Neither the military work, neither murmur proud of Fame,
Nothing can drown my habitual thoughts?
I'm melting, the victim of an evil poison:
Calm me runs, no power over a,
And painful lazy soul possessed ...
Well slow horror of combat?
Well first the battle is not yet in full swing?
