Текст песни MoSHkin - Онегин и Ленский ч.13-20

Pushkin's words
Music I.V.Moshkina

Onegin and Lensky ch.13-20

XIII

But Lensky, not having had, of course,
Hunt bonds of marriage legion,
With Onegin wished heartily
Getting shorter reduced.

They agreed. Wave and rock,
Poetry and Prose, ice and fire
Not so different among themselves.
First Mutual raznotoy

They were boring each other;
Then he liked; later
GATHERING every day riding
And soon they became inseparable.

So people (First I confess)
From nothing to do friends.

XIV

But no friendship and that between us.
All prejudices to destroy,
We honor all zeros,
A units - themselves.

We are looking into the Napoleons;
Two-legged creatures millions
For us, one gun;
We are feeling wild and funny.

Passable many was Eugene;
Though he is the people, of course, I knew
And in general they despised -
But (there are no rules without exceptions)

Others it is very different from the
And vchuzhe feeling respected.

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XV

He listened with a smile Lena.
Poet passionate conversation
And the mind, even in the judgment of the shaky,
And the ever-inspired look -

everything was new Onegin;
It is a cooling word
In the mouth trying to hold
And I thought: silly disturb me

His momentary bliss;
And without me time to come;
Let the time being he lives
Yes, believe the world to perfection;

Forgive the heat of early years
And the youthful glow and youthful delirium.

XVI

Between them all gave rise to controversy
And meditation entailed:
Tribes past agreements,
The fruits of science, good and evil,

And the age-old prejudices,
And the secrets of the grave rock,
Fate and life in his Death,
All subjected them to justice.

Poet in the heat of their judgments
Read, forgetting, meanwhile
Excerpts northern poems,
And an indulgent Eugene,

Though there are not many knew
Diligently boy listened.

XVII

But more often occupied by passion
The minds of my Desert.
Once freed from their rebel government,
Onegin spoke of them

With an involuntary sigh of regret:
Blessed is he who was in charge of their excitement
And finally behind them;
Blessed are those who do not know them,

Who cooled love - separation,
Feud - backbiting; occasionally
I yawn with my friends and with my wife,
Jealous without worrying flour,

And grandfathers faithful capital
Insidious deuce did not commit.

XVIII

When we will resort to the banner
Prudential silence
When passions extinguished the flames,
And we are funny

Willful riot gusts
And belated reviews -
Humble, not without difficulty,
We love to hear sometimes

Passion foreign language rebellious,
And to us it stirs the heart.
So like an old invalid
Willingly hearing diligent tend

Tales of young longhorn,
Forgotten in his hut.

XIX

But the fiery and Mladost
It can not hide anything.
Hatred, love, sadness and joy
She is ready to permission or excuse.

In love, regardless of disability,
Onegin listened with an air of importance,
How loving heart confession,
The poet expressed himself;

His trusting conscience
He bared.
Evgeny easily recognized
His love story Mladen,

A generous feelings story,
Have not new to us.

XX

Oh, he loved how our summer
It is not love; as a single
Mad soul of a poet
Yet love is condemned:

Always, everywhere one dreams
One habitual desire,
A familiar sadness.
No cooling distance,

Not long separation of the summer,
No muses data clock,
No outlandish beauty,
No noise of merrymaking, not science

Souls do not change it,
Warmed virgin fire.

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of the rock opera "Eugene Onegin" Chapter 2