Текст песни Николай Гумилев - Выбор

The creation tower is angry,
Rapid years will be worried,
And at the bottom of the world well
He will curse his madness.

Destroy will be crushed
Tip over the slaves of plates
And, all-seeing God is left,
He is about his flour.

And gone to night caves
Or towards a quiet river
He meets the fierce panther
The horror of pupils.

Do not escape from the collar of bloody,
That the earth intended the firmament.
But silence: incomparable right -
Himself choose your death.