Dryemlyet za goroy,
Mrachnyy zamok moy.
Dushu muchayet poroy,
Tsaryashchiy v nyem pokoy.
Ya svoikh fantaziy
Strazhdushchiy gyeroy,
A lyubvi moyey zhivoy
Vsye obrazy so mnoy.
Ya chasto vizhu strakh
V smotryashchikh na myenya glazakh.
Im suzhdyeno usnut
V moikh styenakh,
Zastyt v moikh mirakh.
No syerdtsye ot lyubvi gorit,
Moya dusha bolit.
I voskovykh figur
Pryekrasyen vid
Pokoy vyezdye tsarit!
Ya ikh privodil
V svoy pryekrasnyy dom.
Ikh vinom poil
I razvlyekalis my potom.
Inogda u nikh
Lyegkiy byl ispug,
Ot prikosnovyeniy
K nyezhnoy shyeye kryepkikh ruk.
Ya chasto vizhu strakh
V smotryashchikh na myenya glazakh.
Im suzhdyeno usnut
V moikh styenakh,
Zastyt v moikh mirakh.
No syerdtsye ot lyubvi gorit,
Moya dusha bolit.
I voskovykh figur
Pryekrasyen vid
Pokoy vyezdye tsarit!
Vot nyesyet odna
Mnye svoi tsvyety,
Vot stoit drugaya,
Pogruzhyennaya v myechty.
Ya pytalsya ikh
Do smyerti rassmyeshit,
No prishlos, kak v staroy skazkye,
Prosto zadushit!
Ya chasto vizhu strakh
V smotryashchikh na myenya glazakh.
Im suzhdyeno usnut
V moikh styenakh,
Zastyt v moikh mirakh.
No syerdtsye ot lyubvi gorit,
Moya dusha bolit.
I voskovykh figur
Pryekrasyen vid
Pokoy vyezdye tsarit!