Текст песни Николай Гумилев - Молитва мастеров

Prayer Masters

I remember the ancient prayers of the masters:
God bless us from those disciples
Who want our wretched genius
Blasphemously sought all new revelations.
We may like a direct and honest enemy,
But these each of our hunt down a step,
They are glad that we are in the fight, as long as
Peter denies and betrays Judas.
Only heaven knows the limits of our forces
The offspring will weigh how much has concealed.
What we will continue to create is the authority of the Lord,
But what we have created is with us today.
We say hello to all abusers
We answer the exalter - no!
Reproaches flattering and rumors of praise
Equally for a creative shrine are indecent.
You are ashamed of the master to dope bleached,
Like the Carthaginian elephant before the war

Nikolay Gumilyov