Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Чем ярче шумный пир, беседа веселей - Юлия Жадовская

The brighter the noisy feast, fun conversation,
                    But on my soul sad heavier
                    Stinging pain of heart disease,
                    And the voice of the far left by other
                    I distinctly heard ... Oh, pale and thin,
                    I can see your image, exhausted by poverty!
                    Among the satisfied individuals amid the roar of splendor
                    He is with me typing suffering,
                    I left it fruitless struggle
                    With enemies, poverty and samoyu destiny!
                    Perhaps, at this hour, when a sumptuous dinner
                    I was walking my foot among others inaudible,
                    You are hungry and weak, in silent desperation,
                    Lying alone, in tears, the attic deaf
                    And I'm not able to help, and no power!
                    And, full of anguish and deep mute,
                    I INI head, hearing nothing,
                    Under the yoke of the secret of my despondency;
                    Among this windy, selfish nobles
                    I'm ready to cry awkward and out of place! ..

                    & Lt; 1858 & gt;