Текст песни deuYTE - У гробницы Данте - Н.Заболоцкий

I was a stepmother Florence
I wished to rest in Ravenna.
Do not talk, passerby, about treason,
Let even death branding her affairs.

Over the white tomb of my
Vacuing a pigeon, sweet bird,
But the Motherland and I still dream,
And so far I am true only to her.

Broken lute do not take hike,
She is dead among his native mill.
Why are you, my sadness, Tuscany,
Kiss my orphaned mouth?

And the pigeon is rushing from the roof and flies,
As if someone was afraid
And evil shadow of someone else's aircraft
Your circles over the city draws.

So Bay, ringer, in his bells!
Do not forget that the world is in bloody foam!
I wished to rest in Ravenna,
But I did not help me.