Текст песни И. Гольц-Миллер - про мрачную тюрьму.

& quot; SLU SHAY! & quot;

Words by I. Golts-Miller

As a matter of treason, like a tyrant’s conscience,
Autumn night is black ...
Blacker this night rises from the fog
The vision of a grim prison.
All around the hour walk lazily;
In the silence of the night, then know
Like a moan, it sounds lingering, sad:
- Slu-shay! ..

Though the high walls of the fence are dense,
Iron strong locks,
Though sights and night jailers looks
And bayonets sparkle everywhere,
Though quiet inside, but the prison is not a graveyard,
And you, sentinel, do not trouble:
Do not believe silence, beware, my friend:
- Slu-shay! ..

Here is a prisoner at the top of the iron bars
It is leaning against the window
And he fixed his gaze deep into the starless night,
The whole thing sank into silence.
Not a sound! .. Sometimes only a dog will flood,
Let the owl shout casually
Yes, about the bottom of the window is distributed:
- Slu-shay! ..

"Not days and not months - for many years
In prison, I am condemned to suffer,
And the poor heart is so eager for freedom, -
No, I can't wait any longer! ..
There is a bayonet or a bullet - there is holy will ...
Ah, black night, help me out!
Be a prisoner if you are a defense, dear! .. & quot;
- Slu-shay! ..

Chu! .. Rustle ... Someone fell down ... raised himself ...
And double clicked the trigger ...
& quot; Who's coming? .. & quot; A shadow flickered and a shot rang out
And he instantly came to life.
Lights flickered, people ran in ...
& quot; Goodbye, life, freedom, goodbye! & quot; -
Broke a groan from a wounded chest ...
- Slu-shay! ..

And again everything is quiet ... In the sky timidly
The moon appeared for a moment.
And, as if through tears, she looked out of the clouds.
And she hid her tear-stained face.
Downstairs, the sentries are walking lazily;
In the silence of the night, then know
Like a moan, it sounds lingering, sad:
- Slu-shay! ..

& lt; 1864 & gt;