Текст песни Николай Гумилев - Старый конквистадор

Deeper into unknown mountains,
The old conquistador got lost,
Condors swam in the smoky sky
Snow masses hung over.

For eight days he wandered without food,
The horse is dead, but under a large ledge
He found a cozy home
So as not to be separated from the cute corpse.

There he lived in the shade of dry fig trees,
He sang songs about sunny Castilla
I remembered battles and mistresses
I saw now squeaks, then mantilla.

As always, he was bold and calm
And he knew neither horror nor anger,
Death came and the warrior offered her
Play with broken bones.