Ya pel o bogakh, i pel o geroyakh, o zvone klinkov, i krovavykh bitvakh;
Pokuda sokol moy byl so mnoyu, mne klekot ego zamenyal molitvy.
No vot uzhe god, kak on uletel - ego unesla koldovskaya metel',
Milogo druga pokhitila v'yuga, prishedshaya iz dalekikh zemel'.
I sam ne svoy ya s etikh por, i plachut, plachut v nebe chayki;
V tumane razlichit moy vzor lish' ochi tsveta gorechavki;
Akh, videt' by mne glazami sokola, i v vozdukh by mne na kryl'yakh sokola,
V toy chuzhoy sokolinoy strane, da ne vo sne, a gde-to okolo:

Stan' moey dushoyu, ptitsa, day na vremya veter v kryl'ya,
Kazhduyu noch' polet mne snitsya - kholodnye f'ordy, milya za miley;
Shelkom - tvoi rukava, korolevna, belym vereskom - vyshity gory,
Znayu, chto tam nikogda ya ne byl, a esli i byl, to sebe na gore;
Esli b vspomnit', chto sluchilos' ne s toboy i ne so mnoyu,
Ya mechus', kak palyy list, i net moey dushe pokoya;
Ty platish' za pesnyu polnoy lunoyu, kak inye platyat zvonkoy monetoy;
V dal'ney strane, ukrytoy zimoyu, ty krashe vesny i p'yanee leta:

Prosypaysya, korolevna, nadevay-ka operen'e,
Poletim s toboy v nenast'e - tonok led tvoikh zapyastiy;
Shelkom - tvoi rukava, korolevna, zlatom-serebrom - vyshity per'ya;
Ya smeyus' i vzmyvayu v nebo, ya i sam v sebya ne veryu:

Podoydi ko mne poblizhe, day kosnut'sya operen'ya,
Kazhduyu noch' ya gory vizhu, kazhdoe utro teryayu zren'e;
Shelkom - tvoi rukava, korolevna, yasnym mesyatsem - vyshito nebo,
Unesi i menya, veter severnyy, v te kraya, gde bol' i nebyl';
Kak bol'no znat', chto vse sluchilos' ne s toboy i ne so mnoyu,
Vremya ne ostanovilos', chtob v okno vzglyanut' reznoe;
O tebe, moya radost', ya mechtal nochami, no ty pechali plashchom odeta,
Ya, konechno, eshche spoyu na proshchan'e, no pokinu tvoy dom - s luchom rassveta.

Gde-to brodyat tvoi sny, korolevna;
Daleko li do vesny v travakh drevnikh...
Tol'ko povtoryat' ostalos' - para slov, kakaya malost' -
Prosypaysya, korolevna, nadevay-ka operen'e...

Mne l' ne znat', chto vse sluchilos' ne s toboy i ne so mnoyu,
Serdtse ranit tvoya milost', kak strela nad tetivoyu;
Ty platish' - za pesnyu lunoyu, kak inye platyat monetoy,
Ya otdal by vse, chtoby byt' s toboyu, no, mozhet, tebya i na svete netu...
Ty platish' - za pesnyu lunoyu, kak inye - monetoy,
Ya otdal by vse, chtoby byt' s toboyu, no, mozhet, tebya i na svete netu...