Текст песни И. А. Бунин - Последний шмель

Black velvet bumblebee, golden mantle
Mournfully humming with a melodious string,
Why do you fly into human housing
And as if you yearn for me?

There is light and heat outside the window, the windowsills are bright,
The last days are serene and hot
Fly, hustle - and in a withered Tatar,
Sleep on a red pillow.

It is not given to you to know the human mind,
That the fields have long been empty
That the gloomy wind will soon blow into the weeds
Golden dry bumblebee!