Текст песни Некрасов - Утро

You are sad, you suffer in soul:
I believe it is not surprising not to suffer here.
With the poverty that surrounds us
Here nature is at the same time.

Endlessly sad and pitiful
These pastures, fields, meadows,
These wet, sleepy jackdaws
That sit on top of the haystack;

This nag with a drunken peasant
Running galloping through force
Into the distance, hidden by a blue mist,
This cloudy sky ... Cry at least!

But the rich city is not more beautiful:
The same clouds are running across the sky;
Creepy nerves - iron shovel
There are now scraping the pavement.

Work begins everywhere;
A fire was announced from the watchtower;
To someone's shameful square
They brought it - the executioners are already waiting there.

Prostitute home at dawn
Hurries, leaving the bed;
Officers in a hired carriage
They are galloping out of town: there will be a duel.

Traders wake up together
And they hurry to sit down behind the counters:
They need to measure all day
To have a hearty meal in the evening.

Chu! cannons burst from the fortress!
Flooding threatens the capital ...
Someone died: on a red pillow
First degree Anna lies.

The thief's janitor beats - got caught!
A herd of geese is being driven to slaughter;
Somewhere on the top floor came
Shot - someone committed suicide.