Текст песни Мцыри - Глава 25

Farewell, father ... give me a hand:
     You feel mine on fire ...
     Know, this flame from young days,
     Thawing, I lived in my bosom;
     But now there is no food for him,
     And he burned his prison
     And he will return again to that,
     Who is the legitimate band
     It gives suffering and peace ...
     But what about me? - Let it be in Paradise,
     In the holy, transcendental land
     My spirit will find shelter ...
     Alas! - for a few minutes
     Between the steep and dark rocks,
     Where I played with childishness,
     I used to paradise and forever ...