Текст песни М. Ю. Лермонтов - Демон.

Sad demon, spirit of exile,
Wandering under the blue vault
And better days of remembrance
They crowded in front of him in succession;
Knowing neither good nor evil.
Ruined people unnecessarily.
Desires were alien to him.
He burned with a fatal seal, everything that he touched.
And often the demon is young
He did not laugh at his atrocities.
Suddenly a quiet and beautiful sound
Like the sound of a lute, hears
And someone's voice. Greedy rumor
It strains: the cold embraces
Chelo. He wants to leave immediately:
Its wing does not move;
And - a miracle! - from faded eyes
A lead tear is rolling.
Gloomy as the night is moonless darkness,
Downcasting my eyes
Chained by her game
There was an evil spirit.
To love him. The heart must not admit.