Текст песни Солоницин Михаил - Наслажденье

In captivity, boring fades
Barely developed color of life,
Furtively youth flies away
And her trace is a trace of sorrow.
From the moments of insensible birth
Until tender youth
I still don't know pleasure,
And there is no happiness in a languid heart.

From the threshold of life in the distance
I looked impatiently:
"There, there," I dreamed, "pleasure!"
But I flew after the ghost.
Developing golden wings
Magical delicate beauty
Love appeared young
And flew in front of me.

I follow ... but a distant goal,
But he did not reach his sweet goal! ..
When are you cheered up with fun
Will there be a quick moment of happiness?
When the radiance is kindled
The dim lamp of youthful days
And my dark path will light up
By the smile of my companion?

(A.S. Pushkin, 1816)