Текст песни А.С.Пушкин - Зимняя дорога

Through the wavy mists
The moon is making its way
To the sad glades
She glows sadly.

On the winter road, boring
The three greyhound runs
One-sounding bell
Thunders exhaustingly.

You hear something native
In the long songs of the driver:
That revelry is daring
That heartache ...

No fire, no black hut,
Wilderness and snow ... to meet me
Striped only versts
Come across one ...

Boring, sad ... tomorrow, Nina,
Returning to the dear tomorrow,
I'll forget by the fireplace
I'll look in without looking.

Sonorous hour hand
It will complete its measuring circle,
And, removing boring ones,
Midnight won't part us

Sad, Nina: my path is boring,
My driver fell silent asleep,
The bell is one-ringing
The lunar face is cloudy.