Текст песни Серебряный век - Николай Гумилев -Мечты

For an abandoned, poor dwelling,
Where the remains of the fence grow black,
An old raven with a ragged beggar
Congratulations on the delights.

The old raven is always anxious
He spoke, trembling with excitement,
What is he on the ruins of the tower
Unprecedented dreams of vision.

That in flight, air and bold
He did not remember the anguish of their home
And the swan was tender and white,
The prince was a disgusting beggar.

The beggar cried helplessly and deafly,
The night was heavy from the sky,
An old woman passing by
She crossed herself timidly and timidly.