Текст песни Ф.Тютчев - Глядел я, стоя над Невой

I looked, standing over the Neva,
Like Isaac the giant
In the haze of frosty fog
The golden dome was shining.

Clouds rose timidly
To the winter, night sky,
White in deathly peace
Frozen river.

I remembered, sadly silent,
As in those countries where the sun warms,
Now the sun is on fire
Luxurious Genoa Bay:

O North, North-sorcerer,
Am I bewitched by you?
Or am I really chained
To your granite strip?

Oh, if only a fleeting spirit
In the evening mist quietly blowing,
I was carried away sooner rather
There, there, to the warm South