Текст песни Лермонтов М.Ю. - Гляжу на будущность с боязнью

I look at the future with fear ,
I look at the past with nostalgia
And like a criminal before his execution ,
I am a native range of the soul ;
Will the herald of deliverance
Open my life destination,
The purpose of hopes and passions,
Tell - that God was preparing me ,
Why so bitter rebuke
The hopes of my youth .

Earth , I paid tribute to the earth
Love, hope, good and evil ;
I am ready to start another life ,
I keep quiet and wait : it's time to come ;
I will not leave the world's brother ,
And the darkness and cold enveloped
My soul is tired ;
As early fruit, devoid of juice
She faded in the storms of fate
Under the hot sun of being.