Текст песни Александр Сергеевич Пушкин - Брожу ли я вдоль улиц шумных

I wander along the bustling streets ,
L enter into a crowded church ,
L sit between boys crazy ,
I surrender my dreams .

I say promchatsya years
And how many are neither seen us
We all let us go down under the arches of the eternal -
And someone's already the hour .

I look l oak secluded,
I Think : the patriarch of forests
Outlive my age forgetfulness
How he survived the age of the fathers .

Cute baby eh caress ,
Already I think ; I'm sorry !
I concede to you the place :
Me time to fester , you blossom .

Every day, every hour of
I used to escorting the Duma ,
Impending death anniversary
Between them trying to guess .

And where do I send death fate ?
In combat, whether in the journey , in the waves ?
Or neighboring valley
I will have cooled ashes ?

And though insensible body
Equal everywhere decay ,
But closer to the sweet limit
I do not want to rest b .

And let the coffin at the entrance
Young life play ,
And the indifferent nature
Its glory everlasting shine .