Текст песни Александр Сергеевич Пушкин - Талисман

Where the sea forever shoulder
On deserted rocks
Where moon warmer shook
In the sweet hour of evening Molly,
Where, in harem enjoying,
Days spend Muslims,
.

And, caressing, said:
"Save my talisman:
It is a mysterious force!
He is given to you.
From the illness, from the grave,
In a storm, in a formidable hurricane,
Your heads, my dear,
My talisman will not save.

And riches of the East
He doesn't give you
And fans of the prophet
He will not conquer you;
And you on a lano friend,
From sad alien countries
To the land of native north from the south
My talisman will not know ...

But when insidious eyes
Wire suddenly you
Ile mouth in the darkness of the night
Kiss not loving -
Dear friend! from crime
From cardiac new wounds,
From treason, from forget
Save my talisman! "