Текст песни Тютчев - проблеск

Leered in dusk deep
Air harp light challenge,
When midnight, non-day,
Dormant strings Alarms sleep? ..

Then stunning sounds
That serve suddenly ...
As if the last ropot of flour,
In them, recalled, the wonder!

Dyhanye each zefira
Burst sorrow in her strings ...
You say: Angelic Lyra
Breasts, in dust, in heaven!

Oh, then from the earthly circle
Soul to immortal fly!
Last as a friend's ghost,
Put your chest we want.

How to believe in faith,
As the heart is joyful, light!
As if essential jet
On the veins of the sky flowed!

But ah, I did not judge him;
We are in the sky soon we are tired, -
And not given insignificant dust
Breathe divine fire.

Barely effort minute
We interrupt for an hour a magic dream,
And the eyes of trembling and vague
The leading, Okison of the Sky, -

And aggravately glory
One ray is blinded,
We again fall not towards peace
But in tedious dreams.