Текст песни Николай Охотников, муз. Бородин, сл. Пушкин - Для берегов Отчизны дальной

To the shores of a distant homeland
You left edge of a stranger;
The unforgettable hour, hour sad
I wept in front of you.
My hand as a cooling
You tried to keep;
Longing terrible separation
My groan entreated not to interrupt.

But you from the bitter kisses
His mouth tore;
From the edge of the dark exile
You're in a region called me.
You said: "The day we meet
Under the sky always blue,
In the shade of olive trees, love, kisses
We again, my friend, join. "

But there, alas, where the sky vaults
The shine in the glare of the blue,
Where the shadow of olive trees lay on the water.
You fell asleep last sleep.
Your beauty, your sufferings
Disappeared in an urn coffin -
And with them a kiss good-bye ...
But I am waiting for him; it is for you ...