In those days, when the soul trembles
An excess of vital alarms,
In some distant areas shine
me your, distant, hall.
And I aspire to mind disturbing
From the storms of life rest,
But this happiness is impossible,
To the halls of your difficult path.
There shines a ray of cold,
Shining gold dome,
Available only a free soul,
Not clouded by vanity.
You just dazzle sparkle
Unaccustomed to visions glance,
And wounded by suffering
Soul gate back
And it will live, and will see
You, skvozyaschuyu away,
To only meaner hate
Way hateful land.
