Текст песни Ф.И. Тютчев - Не верь, не верь поэту, дева

Do not believe, do not believe the poet, maiden;
Don’t call him yours -
And more than fiery anger
Fear poetic love!

You will not assimilate his heart
His infant soul;
You can’t hide the scorching fire
Under the light virgin veil.

The poet is omnipotent, like an element,
Not only dominant in himself;
Involuntarily young curls
He will burn with his crown.

He swears or praises
His meaningless people ...
He does not sting a serpent,
But like a bee sucks it.

Your shrine will not break
Poet clean hand
But inadvertently life will strangle
Ile will blow for the clouds.