Текст песни Федор Иванович Тютчев - Весна

No matter how oppressive the hand of fate,
No matter how deception torments people,
No matter how hard the brow wrinkles
And the heart, no matter how full of wounds,
No matter how rigorous tests
You were not subordinate, -
That will resist the breath
And the first meeting of spring!

Spring ... she doesn't know about you,
About you, about grief and about evil;
Her gaze shines with immortality
And not a wrinkle on his brow.
I am only obedient to my laws,
At a conditional hour flies to you,
Light, blissfully indifferent,
As befits deities.

Pours flowers over the ground
As fresh as the first spring;
Was there another before her-
0 she does not know:
There are many clouds wandering in the sky,
But these clouds are her,
She doesn't find a trace
Faded springs of being.

Roses sigh not about the past
And the nightingale sings in the night,
Fragrant tears
Aurora pours not about the past, -
And the fear of inevitable demise
Doesn't shine a leaf from the tree:
Their life is like an endless ocean,
Everything in the present is spilled.

A game and a victim of private life!
Come, reject the feelings of deception
And rush, vigorous, autocratic,
Into this life-giving ocean!
Come, with its ethereal stream
Wash my suffering chest
And life is divine-universal
Though be involved for a moment!