Текст песни Неизвестен - Александр Блок - Я звал тебя, но ты не оглянулась...

About valor, of heroism, of the glory
I forgot to grievous land
When your face in a simple frame
In front of me was shining on the table.

But the hour has come, and you left the house.
I gave up on the night of the cherished ring.
You gave your destiny to another,
And I forgot the beautiful face.

The days flew by moving accursed swarm ...
Wine and passion tormented my life ...
And I remembered you before the lectern,
And called you as my youth ...

I called you, but you did not look back,
I shed tears, but you do not condescend.
You're in a blue cloak wrapped sad,
In crude night you went out of the house.

Do not know where to shelter their pride
You, my dear, you're sweet, found ...
I'm fast asleep, I dream your blue cloak,
Where you at damp night gone ...

I do not dream of tenderness, of the glory,
Everything passed, youth is gone!
Your face in its simple frame
I removed his hand from the table.

 December 30, 1908