Текст песни Гумилёв - Во мраке безрадостном ночи

In the darkness of the night joyless,
Mentally ill void
I shine a marvelous eyes
Her unearthly beauty.

For those magic eyes
I am happy, believe, give
My aching heart,
Fatigue my soul.

For those magic eyes
I boldly go down to the grave,
And the first, the best happiness
The crude I find the grave.

And the eyes, magic eyes,
So sad to look at me,
Filled with a secret sorrow,
Filled with the power of fire.

Born vain dreams,
In vain worries blood.
Can I inspire compassion,
I can not inspire love.

Flies indifferent time
And quickly carried away into the distance,
And in the cold heart of the burden
And the soul burns sadness.