Текст песни Василий Лановой - А.С. Пушкин. Царское село

Keeper of sweet feelings and past pleasures,
Oh, you, a long-familiar genius to the oak singer,
Remembrance, draw before me
Magic places where my soul lives
The woods where I loved, where the feeling developed,
Where with the first adolescence, infancy merged
And where, nurtured by nature and dream,
I knew poetry, gaiety and peace ...

Lead, lead me under the linden canopy,
Always kind to my free laziness,
To the shore of the lake, to the quiet slope of the hills! ..
May I see again the carpets of dense meadows,
And a decrepit bunch of trees, and a bright valley,
And a familiar picture of the hot shores,
And in a quiet lake, amid the shining swells,
A village proud of calm swans.

1817-1819