Песня на стихи Лермонтова My Demon
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My Demon by Mikhail Lermontov in my translation
Collecting evil is his passion.
Rushing around in smoky shadows,
The fatal storms – that's what he loves,
Rough rivers, roaring groves.
Amid a withered, fallen leaves,
His frozen throne stands;
Surrounded by a speechless winds
He seats, dull and sullen.
Distrust in souls he flames.
Despised pure love.
Rejects all prayers,
Looking lazily at the blood.
And music of higher emotions
Is crushed by his voice of rage.
And the muse of quiet inspirations
Fears to face his hellish gaze.
Перевод: http://stihi.ru/2025/10/07/3821
Свидетельство о публикации №125101103169
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Песня на русском http://s.thdb.ru/d8/799b2bbe-8ff8-44d3-ab40-746af9195a7f.mp3
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Людмила Жданова-Богатова 06.11.2025 12:55 Заявить о нарушении