Текст песни До скорого рассвета - Печальным снегом занесенный

Alexander Pushkin
I. I. PUSHCHIN

My first friend, my invaluable friend!
And I blessed fate
When my yard is lonely
Brought in by the sad snow,
Your bell has sounded.

I pray to holy providence:
Yes, my voice to your soul
Gives the same consolation
May he light up imprisonment
A ray of clear lyceum days!