Текст песни Бальмонт - Надгробные цветы

Among the graves is a unclear whisper,
Unclear breeze whisper.
Sad breath, dusty ropot,
Speed Ropot of Evnyak.

Among the graves wandered shadows
Santa and fathers,
And on church steps
Go up the shadows of the dead.

And in the door church knock,
They knock up to dawn,
Until the way away
On the pale sky amber.

Then, realizing that life is persisted,
That their struggle is unsuccessful,
Sobbing grated and vaguely
They go to their coffin.

That is why the outflow shook
Flowers over a dark slab:
In them tears are bitter trees
About life - life lived.