Текст песни Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов - Нет, я не Байрон, я другой,

No, I'm not Byron, I'm different
Still unknown darling,
Like him, a wanderer driven by the world,
But only with a Russian soul.
I started earlier, ending the wound
My mind will not do much;
In my soul, as in the ocean
Hope broken cargo lies.
Who can, a gloomy ocean
Do you discover secrets? Who
Will the crowd tell my thoughts?
I - or God - or no one!