Текст песни М. Ю. Лермонтов - Демон. Часть первая. 16.

XVI
Words were silent in the remote
Sound died in the sound.
She, jumping, looks around ...
Inexpressible confusion
In her chest; sadness, fright,
Delight dust is nothing in comparison.
All feelings in her suddenly boil;
The soul rushed his shackles,
Fire on the cores ran
And this voice is wonderful, new,
She was imagined, still sounded.
And before morning the dream is wanted
Eyes tired shied;
But the thought he was outraged
The dream is a prophetic and strange.
The foggy and dumb
Krasoya blister unearthly
To her bowed headboard;
And his eyes with such love
So sadly looked at her
As if he regretted it.
That was not an angel-careman.
Her divine keeper:
Rainbow Ray
Did not decorate him by Kudrey.
That was not the perfume is terrible,
Vicious martyr - oh no!
He looked like a clear evening:
Not a day, no night - neither darkness nor light!