Текст песни Максимилиан Волошин - На дне преисподней

Every day more and everything fainter diche
Deathly pineth night.
Foul wind , like a candle , extinguish life :
Neither call nor cry out , nor help .
Lot is dark Russian poet:
Inscrutable rock leads
Pushkin under the gun ,
Dostoevsky to the scaffold .
Perhaps the same fate pull out ,
Bitter Infanticide - Russia!
And at the bottom of your basement Sgin ,
Or in a pool of blood to slip ,
But your not leave Calvary ,
From your grave I will not deny .
Overpowering hunger or anger ,
But fate would choose no other :
Dies, so dies with you ,
And you, like Lazarus , rise from the grave !