Текст песни Г. Свиридов - А. Блок - Ты проходишь без улыбки

You pass without a smile,
Lower lashes
And in the darkness of the cathedral
Golden dome.

How your face looks like
On the evening of the Virgin,
Lowering the eyelashes,
Disappears in the darkness ...

But with you is curly
Meek boy in a white cap,
You're the handle,
Not let it fall.

I stand in the shadow of the portal,
Where a gusty wind,
Was covered with tears
Eye strain.

I want to suddenly come out
And exclaim: & quot; Our Lady!
What in my black city
You brought Baby? & Quot;

But language is powerless to cry.
You pass. Behind you
Above the sacred traces
Resting blue gloom.
And I look, remembering
How lowered lashes,
How's your boy in the white hat
Smiled at you.

   October 29, 1905