Текст песни MoSHkin - Онегин и Ленский ч.13-20

Words by A.S. Pushkin
Music by I.V. Moshkin

Onegin and Lensky part 13-20

XIII

But Lensky, not having, of course,
Hunt the bonds of marriage,
With Onegin I wished heartily
Acquaintance is shorter to reduce.

They converged. Wave and stone
Poems and prose, ice and fire
Not so different among themselves.
Mutual difference first

They were boring to each other;
Then I liked it; then
Traveled every day on horseback
And they soon became inseparable.

So people (I first repent)
Friends have nothing to do.

XIV

But there is no friendship between us.
Destroying all prejudices,
We honor everyone with zeros
And in units - yourself.

We all look at Napoleons;
Millions of two-legged creatures
For us, the tool is one;
We feel wild and funny.

Evgeny was more bearable than many;
Though he knew people, of course
And generally despised them, -
But (there are no rules without exceptions)

He was very different from others
And he respected the feeling.

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Xv

He listened to Lensky with a smile.
The poet's ardent conversation,
And the mind, still in shaky judgments,
And an eternally inspired gaze, -

Everything was new to Onegin;
He's a chilling word
I tried to keep in my mouth
And I thought: it's stupid to bother me

His momentary bliss;
And without me the time will come;
Let him live while
May the world believe in perfection;

Forgive the fever of young years
And youthful fever and youthful delirium.

Xvi

Between them everything gave rise to controversy
And attracted to thought:
Tribes of bygone treaties,
The fruits of science, good and evil,

And age-old prejudices,
And the fatal secrets of the grave,
Fate and life in its own course,
Everything was subject to their judgment.

A poet in the heat of his judgments
I read, forgetting myself, meanwhile
Fragments of northern poems,
And condescending Eugene,

Although I didn't understand many of them,
He listened diligently to the young man.

XVII

But more often passionate
The minds of my hermits.
Gone from their rebellious power
Onegin talked about them

With an involuntary sigh of regret:
Blessed is he who knew their excitement
And finally I fell behind them;
Blessed is the one who did not know them,

Who chilled love with separation,
Enmity - backbiting; at times
Yawned with my friends and my wife
Jealous without worrying about torment,

And grandfathers faithful capital
I did not trust the insidious two.

XVIII

When we come running under the banner
Prudent silence
When the flames die out
And we get ridiculous

Their willfulness or impulses
And belated reviews, -
The humble is not without difficulty,
We love to listen sometimes

The rebellious tongue of strangers' passions,
And he moves our hearts.
So surely an old invalid
Willingly tends a diligent rumor

The stories of young barbel,
Forgotten in his hut.

XIX

But fiery youth
Can't hide anything.
Enmity, love, sadness and joy
She's ready to chat.

Considered disabled in love,
Onegin listened with an air of importance,
Like, loving confession of hearts,
The poet expressed himself;

Your trusting conscience
He bared innocently.
Eugene easily recognized
His love is a young story,

A story full of feelings,
Not new to us for a long time.

XX

Ah, he loved, as in our years
They don't like it anymore; as one
Crazy poet's soul
Still condemned to love:

Always, everywhere, one dream
One habitual desire
One habitual sadness.
No cooling distance

Not long summers of separation
No clock given to the muses,
No foreign beauty
No noise of fun, no science

Souls have not changed in him,
Warmed by virgin fire

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from the rock opera "Eugene Onegin" chapter 2