Текст песни Осип Мандельштам - Пылает за окном звезда

Ablaze outside the star,
Twinkling lights lamp.
So, therefore, destined to be it,
To become a bitter joy,
God knows where pushed.

Over the cradle of soft light
And, not yours, Baiyun tune.
And the snow and stars - fox trail
And the golden month and the young,
Neither the days not knowing or years.

How sad and hurt me scare
With eyebrows familiar izluku
And take, as before, in the hands of his hand.
Will you forgive me earthly flour
Earthly affection, do not forget!

Ablaze outside the star,
Over the cradle - the soft light,
In the morning - a table and stool.
So, then, destined, and - no
Otherwise I do not need luck! ..

Osip Mandelstam