Текст песни Александр Блок - Молитва

M.Yu.Lermontov "Prayer" 1837

Prayer (wanderer)
I, mother of God, now with prayer
Before your image, bright radiance,
Not about salvation, not before the battle,
Not with gratitude, or repentance,

I do not pray for my deserted soul,
For the soul of a wanderer in the light of the rootless;
But I want to give the virgin innocent
The warm patron of the cold world.

Surround a worthy soul with happiness;
Give her companions full of attention
Bright youth, deceased old age,
Peace of hope to a heartless heart.

Is the deadline approaching the hour of farewell
Whether in a noisy morning or a dumb night,
You went to the sad bed to perceive
The best angel is a beautiful soul.
1837