Текст песни Элегтя - Пускай нам говорит

Let them tell us fickle fashion,
What is the theme of an old & quot; the suffering of the people of & quot;
And that poetry should forget it.
Do not believe it, boys! it does not get old.
Oh, if she could wear out the years!
Flourished to God's world! ... Alas! while nations
Eke in poverty pokorstvuya pests,
How thin the herd by sloping meadows,
Mourn their fate, they will serve as a muse,
And the world is durable, beautiful Union! ...
Reminding the crowd that people are poor
While she rejoices and sings,
For the people to bring attention to the strengths of the world -
What could be more adequately serve the lira? ...

I lira devoted to his people.
Maybe I die unknown to him,
But I served him - and my heart is calm ...
Let harms every enemy soldier,
But everyone go into battle! A battle will decide the fate ...
I saw a red-letter day: in Russia there is no servant!
And the tears I shed in the sweet of emotion ...
& quot; enough to exult in the naive enthusiasm, -
Muse whispered mne.- It is time to move forward:
The people released, but a people happy? ..