Текст песни Иоган Гёте - Фауст. Проклятие.

Oh, if I am at the moment of discord
Was expensive blagovest hum
And with a memorable childhood joy
My resolve shaken,
I curse lies beyond measure
And resourcefulness without a bottom,
With what in the body, as in the cave,
We have enclosed shower.
I curse conceit,
Which our mind was overcome,
And curse the world of phenomena,
Deceptive, as a layer of blush.
And the deceitfulness of the family man.
Children, household and his wife,
And our dreams, half
Unrealizable, I swear.
I swear Mammon, power gain,
Was corrupt in the world all around,
By the saints love flurries
And the intoxication of wine.
I send the curse of hope
Overflowing heart,
But most of all and above
I swear patience fool.