Текст песни Николай Гумилев - Пьяный дервиш

Nightingale on cypresses and over the Lake Moon,
Stone black, stone white - I drank a lot.
I am now a bottle sang a louder of my heart:
The world is only a ray of a friend's face, everything is different - the shadow of him.

Vinolrelpia looked away today, not yesterday.
Not yesterday and not today - drunk from the morning.
And I go, and I boast that I learned the celebration:
The world is only a ray of a friend's face, everything is different - the shadow of him.

I am a tramp and a slum, an unpleasant person,
Everything that I worship, forgot now forever
For the sake of pink smile and hitting one:
The world is only a ray of a friend's face, everything is different - the shadow of him.

Here I go on the graves where my friends lie.
I cannot really ask love about love?
And screaming from the pit skull's mystery of his coffin:
The world is only a ray of a friend's face, everything is different - the shadow of him.

Under the moon stirred in a smoky lake jets,
At high cypresses were silent nightingaws,
Only one sailed so loudly, he did not sing anything:
The world is only a ray of a friend's face, everything is different - the shadow of him.