Александр Блок - На смерть младенца
текст песни

When under the spot is cold
Sand and bright snow creaked,
In me, sad and free,
A man was still humbled.

Let this death be clear -
In the shower, to the songs of a panachid,
Evil spots appeared
Unforgettable grievances.

Already with a thunderstorm squeezed
After a good hand.
Already rose and darted
In the soul of poisoned longing ...

I will give a deaf malice,
We will betray the longing for oblivion.
The holy little coffin
I will pray at night.

But - be kneeling,
To thank you, mourning? -
No. Above the baby, over the blessed,
I will mourn without you.