Текст песни Гумилёв - Последнее стихотворение

In the hour of the evening, at the hour of sunset
Karavelo Wildow
Petrograd sails ...
And burns on a RDY disk
Your Angel on the obelisk,
Like the sun younger brother.

And in our fragile boat
Only the blue lattice
Crossed bayonets.
Where to kiss his hand to the ladies
Bows low hamam -
It can be seen, our fate is as follows.

I'm not a dross, I am calm,
I - a poet, a sailor and a warrior,
Do not give in to the executioner.
Let the shameful stigma of brands -
I know that a blood clot black
I cry for freedom.

But that verse and for his courage,
For sonnets and sword -
I know - my city proud
In the hour of the evening, at the hour of sunset
Karavelo Wildow
Will drive me home.