Xot` begut po strunam moim zvuki vesel`ya,
Oni ne ot serdcza begut,
No v serdce razbitom est` tajnaya kel`ya,
Gde cherny'e my'sli zhivut.

Sleza po shheke ognevaya katítsya,
Ona ne iz serdcza idet.
Chtó v serdce, obmanutom zhizn`yu, xranitsya,
To v nem i umret.

Ne smejte iskat` v sej grudi sozhalen`ya,
Pitomcy' nadezhd zoloty'x.
Kogda ya svoi prezirayu muchen`ya, —
Chtó mne do stradanij chuzhix?

Umershej devicy' ochej oxladevshix
Ne dolzhen moj vzor uvidat`.
YA b mnogo pripomnil minut proletevshix,
A ya ne lyublyu vspominat`!

Nam pamyat` yavlyaet uzhasny'e teni,
Krovavy'j by'logo prizrák,
On vnov` prizy'vaet k ostavlennoj seni,
Kak v buryu nad morem mayak,

Kogda uragan po volnam veselitsya,
Smeetsya nad bedny'm chelnom
I s krikom plovecz, bez nadezhd vorotit`sya,
Zhaleet o krae rodnom.