Текст песни Валерий Брюсов - Умирающий костер

Raging a blizzard and pays
Whirlwind over a weakening fire;
Cold snow is not melting for a long time,
Look around the fire ring.

But we, chained
To the last, black head,
On the side of death, Nickname is near
As in a gentle and happy dream.

Let be plenty of call without response,
Let the night and ice triumph, -
In a dream, we remember the holiday of light
Yes, the spark is crazy dance!

Rejoices a blizzard, presses stupid
We are chest Fata from silver -
And by the morning we will be two corpses
With a disheveled fire!

December 1907.

(Oleg Podolyan)