Текст песни Benedict Cumberbatch - Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

From heart pain freeze ready
And the reason - on the verge of oblivion ,
As if I drink an infusion of hemlock ,
As if I sink into oblivion ;
No, I do not envy you tormented ,
But full of happiness is your melody -
And give ear , light-winged Dryad ,
Your tunes ,
Crowding among beech trees,
Among the shadows of the midnight garden.

Oh, if even a sip of wine
From the depths of the coveted cellar
Where the sweetness of the southern countries maintained -
Fun, dance, song , ringing cymbal ;
Oh, if the cup clean Ippokreny ,
Sparkling , filled to the brim ,
Oh, if these clean mouth
In the frame of scarlet foam
Drink , leave breathless with joy ,
There for you, where the silence and darkness .

Go into the darkness fade away without a trace ,
Do not know about what you do not know ,
On a world where excitement , fever,
Groans , complaints earthly vanities ;
As for where the gray hair
Where youth dries up from adversity ,
Where each tho - spring sadness,
That is full of serious tears ;
Where beauty can not share day lives
And where love forever debunked .

But away! I rushed off to your shelter
No leopards vakhovoy Quadriga -
My wings are Poetry ,
Breaking the chains of terrestrial intelligence -
I'm here, I'm here! Terms of coolness reigns ,
Moon solemnly gazes from the throne
Retinue star fairies ;
But the dark gloom of the garden ;
Only a breeze, just breezing from the sky ,
Brings the glow in the darkness of the branches.

Flowers at the feet of nightly darkness embraced ,
And midnight incense tender,
But distinctly all living flavors
That at the appointed hour the moon
Gives the trees, grass and flowers ,
Briar that is full of sweet dreams ,
And hide themselves among the leaves and thorns ,
Asleep here and there,
Inflorescence musky , heavy roses,
Entailing midges sometimes evening .

I 've been agonizing death of love ,
When in the dark listening to the singing of it ,
I gave her the names of thousands ,
Poems about it and pondered them in ecstasy ;
Perhaps, for it fell on the terms
And I've got to get away from the earth humbly ,
While exalt you in the darkness
His requiem high -
You're going to sing , and I'm under a layer of turf
I will no longer listen to anything .

But you , O Bird , death is not implicated -
Any people with thee merciful.
At night all the same song sladkoglasnoy
And listened to the proud king , and miserable serf ;
In the sad heart of Ruth in the grave hour ,
When she wandered foreign fields .
The same song was flowing deep, -
That song that more than once
Flies into the window sash secret
Above sea gloomy in the country to oblivion.

Oblivion! This word hurts hearing
As the voice of the bell tyazhelozvonny ;
Goodbye ! Before you fell silent spirit -
Imagination inspired genius .
Goodbye ! Goodbye ! Chant your so sad .
He slips away - in silence , in oblivion ,
And beyond the river falls into the grass
Among the forest glades , -
What was it - a dream il obsession ?
I woke up - il dreaming awake ?

translation E.Vitkovskogo