Текст песни Николай Носков - Озёра

I'm happy with the triumph broke the blasphemer,
 And there is no anguish, no reproach,
 But every night I dream so clear
 Large, lake night.

In mourning-black waves nenyufary,
 As my thoughts, silent,
 And awake forgotten, sad enchantment
 Silver and white willow.

The moon lights the road bends,
 And he sees a desolate field,
 As I gasp at the severe anxiety
 And fingers racking pain.

I will remember, and something you should see,
 How gloomy drama in isolation:
 The sad girl, white bird
 Or strange, tender tale.

And zableschet new sun in the fog,
 And there are dragonflies shadows
 And proud swans ancient tales
 On the white steps come.

But I do not remember. I am weak, wingless,
 I look at the night lake
 And I hear the babble wave without power
 Word fatal reproach.

Wake up, and sure as ever lips
 Far and alien night,
 And so the earthly fine and coarse
 Minutes of work and rest.

Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
November 1908