Текст песни Николай Гумилев - Воспоминание

Over the puchina at midday
Sparks dance, and the sun turns out,
And silent eyes
Farwing bird.

Lubricated the green network
And enveloped to the fog,
She left to fly and fly
To the end over the silent ocean.

Whimsical vortices are attracted
Useless plea and effort,
And it will not be returned to the ground
Tired white wings.

And when I saw your gaze,
Where sad hide zarry
I noticed in it the same reproach,
The same horror of exhausted birds.