Текст песни Лермонтов М.Ю. - раскаянье

Why the rebellious murmur,
A reproach to a destiny in possession?
She was kind to you
You created your own suffering.
Pointless, you possessed
With a pure, frank soul,
Uninfected by universal evil,
And you have lost this treasure.

Fire of primary love
You decided to give birth to
And further I could not love
Having achieved this sad goal.
You have despised everything; between people
You stand like an oak tree in a desert country,
And the quiet cry of innocent love
I could not shake your soul.

God does not give us joy twice,
Mutual passion for fun;
Without consolation, languishing,
Your life will also pass as your youth.
You will meet her kiss
In the lips of a beautiful deceiver,
And they will be before you forever
The subject of the first trait.

Oh, say her forgiveness
Fall, fall at her feet
Otherwise you will cook it yourself
Your hell, rejecting reconciliation.
Though you will still love
But there is no return to the old feelings,
You are forever the first loss
You will not be able to replace.