Текст песни Н.Гумилёв - Пойдём на горные хребты

monotonous flash
All with the same pain my days ,
Like roses falling
And dying nightingales .

But it is also sad ,
I was told to love,
And under her satin skin
Runs blood poisoning .

And if I live in the world ,
That is only because of a dream :
We both like the blind children
Let's go to the mountain ranges ,

There, where only goats roam ,
The world 's most white clouds ,
Search uvyanuvshie roses
And listen to the dead nightingales .

N.Gumilёv