Текст песни М. Ю. Лермонтов - Мцыри

A few years ago
     Where, merging, they make noise
     Hugging like two sisters
     Jets of Aragva and Hens,
     There was a monastery. Because of the mountain
     And now he sees a pedestrian
     Pillars of the collapsed gate
     Both the towers and the church arch;
     But do not smoke already under it
     Censers incense smoke,
     Can't hear the singing in the late hour
     Praying monks for us.
     Now one old gray-haired man,
     The ruins of the half-dead guard
     Forgotten by people and death
     Sweeps dust off gravestones
     Of which the inscription says
     About the glory of the past - and that
     Like, dejected by his crown,
     Such and such a king, in such and such a year,
     He handed over his people to Russia.

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     And God's grace has come down
     To Georgia! She bloomed
     Since then, in the shade of their gardens,
     Without fear of enemies
     3a brink of friendly bayonets.