Текст песни Афанасий Фет - Всё, что волшебно так манило

All that so magically lured ,
Because of what life was all his life ,
Since the days of winter is cold
And wakeless subsided .
 
There is no hope, no strength for the battle -
Only in the middle of petty troubles,
As the pride of doom , as a temple of prayer ,
Suffering in the last rebel .