Текст песни А. Блок - Я пригвождён к трактирной стойке...

I am nailed to the inn counter.
I've been drunk for a long time. I do not care.
There is my happiness - on the top three
Carried away into the silvery smoke ...

Flies on a troika, sank
In the snow of time, in the distance of centuries ...
And only the soul overwhelmed
Silver haze from under the horseshoes ...

Sparks are thrown into the deep darkness,
From sparks all night, all night light ...
The bell under the arc babbles
That happiness has passed ...

And only golden harness
Visible all night ... Heard all night ...
And you, soul ... deaf soul ...
Drunk drunk ... drunk drunk ...