Александр Блок - Одиночество
текст песни

The river carried an ice floe in the wind,
There was spring, and the wind howled.
From a dumped fireplace
An obscure evening evening gloom sailed.
And he sat in front of the fireplace,
He burned out and pulled away
And a look, once Orlin,
The cooled ash watched.
In the evening dusk surfaced
Before him vision of past days
Waking up ancient sorrows
Game of ethereal shadows.
One, one forgotten by the world
Called, but still alive,
From the dusk by past idols
He nodded his tired head.
Friends of experienced strings
Enemies are cruel features
Loved and loved ones
Floating from gray darkness
Everyone abandoned, forgot everywhere
No need to suffer and wait
Only the ash remains a pile
Watch an extinct look ...