Текст песни Александр Блок - Они расстались без печали...

They broke up without sadness,
Forgotes were happiness days;
But confused
And again they met.
The ghost cried over them
Already fading beauty;
And these complaints
Walked old dreams.
But there were new signs
So serenely cold;
They were not warmed by the fire of the desire,
Not a speaking string.
For them, the secrets did not lie
Everything was empty and dead;
They are in Skitnya Ugasali
And buried the deity.

July 10, 1900.
Reads: Alexander Dubrovsky