Текст песни Н.С. Гумилев - Об Адонисе с лунной красотой

On a moonlit beauty of Adonis,
About Hyacinth thin, of Narcissus,
And of Danae, golden cloud,
Another sad Attic heights.

Sadness shafts iambic seas
And wandering flocks of cranes,
And palm trees, which Odysseus
He told Navzikae embarrassed.

Sad world is not re-enchant
No curls stuffy or eyes beckoning,
Not petals hot lips, no blood,
Knocking solemn and marvelous.

Truthfully death and life mutters lie.
And you, of tender, whose name - singing,
Whose body - music, and you go
In the merciless disappearance.

But I, alas, unknown words -
Earthquakes, thunder, waterfalls,
That and the death of you were alive,
As young men and women of Greece.