Текст песни Артём Маковский - Подъезжая под Ижоры

Approaching Izhora
I looked to heaven
And remembered your eyes
Your blue eyes.

Though I'm sadly fascinated
Your virgin beauty
Though named a vampire
I am in the province of Tver

But my tribes are before you
I did not dare to bow
And love pleas
I didn’t want to disturb you.

Reveling unpleasantly
Hops secular bustle,
I will probably forget
Your lovely traits

Easy camp, movements harmony,
Cautious conversation
This modest calm
Tricky laugh and cunning gaze.

If not ... as before
To your peaceful land
I’ll come back in a year
And fall in love until November.

(A.S. Pushkin)