Текст песни А.С.Пушкин - Цветок

A dried flower , bezuhanny ,
Forgotten in the book , I see ;
And now a strange dream
I filled my soul :
Where blossomed ? when? What spring ?
And long bloomed eh ? and ripped off someone ,
Alien , whether familiar hand ?
And why put here ?
In memory of my only weapon gentle bye ,
Or fateful separation ,
Or lonely celebrations
In the quiet of the fields , in the shade of the forest ?
And if he is alive , and if she is still alive ?
And now where their corner ?
Or have they withered ,
As this unknown flower?