Текст песни Девушка пела в церковном хоре - на стихи А. Блока

Girl sang in church church
About all tired in someone else's edge,
About all ships who went to the sea
About everyone who forgot their joy.

So sang her voice flying in the dome,
And the beam shine on the white shoulder,
And each of the gloom looked and listened,
How white dress sang in the beam.

And it seemed to everyone that would be joy
That in a quiet harbor all ships,
That in a foreign land
Light life has gained.

And the voice was sweet, and the beam was thin,
And only high, at the royal gates,
Persistent secrets crying a child
That no one comes back.

A. A. Blok.