Текст песни Блок - Есть минуты, когда не тревожит...

There are moments when it is not worried
We fatal storm of life .
Someone to ' put hands shoulders ,
Someone clearly look into your eyes ...

And everyday instantly sink ,
Like a dark abyss without a bottom ...
And slowly rise over the precipice
Seven colors arc silence ...

And tune muffled and young
In the silence of smoldering affect
Lulled life strings
Tense, as the harp , the soul.