Текст песни Фёдор Тютчев. - Не то что мните вы природа.

Not what you imagine, nature:
Not mold, not heartless face -
It has a soul, it is freedom,
It is love, it is a language ...

You sees the leaves and flowers on a tree:
Or their gardener stuck?
Or the fruit ripens in one's own womb
The play of external, alien forces? ..

They do not see, nor hear,
Living in this world as in darkness,
For them and the sun, to know not breathe,
And there is no life in the sea waves.

Rays of them did not descend into the soul,
Spring in their breasts do not bloomed;
When these forests are not talking,
And the night in the stars was dumb!

And language unearthly,
Touching rivers and forests,
At night is not conferred with them
In friendly conversation thunderstorm!

Not their fault: understand, since maybe
Authority life deaf and dumb!
His soul, ah! not to alarm
And the voice of the mother! ..