Текст песни Александр Блок - На смерть младенца

When a spade cold
Crunching sand and bright snow,
In me , sad and free ,
Another man humbled himself .

Let this death was clear -
At heart , the songs of mourning ,
Really stood out evil spots
Memorable insults.

Already threaten shrank
Hitherto kind hand .
Really was rising and methane
In the soul poisoned longing ...

I suppressed a blind rage ,
Melancholy oblivion betray .
Holy little coffin
I will pray at night.

But - to be kneeling ,
Thank you , grieving ? -
No. Above the infant over blissful
I will grieve without you.