By Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov
Though joy has betrayed long ago,
As my love, as a smile of people;
And the star of my hope went down
Earlier than my youth passed in the real;
I despise now my future destiny,
And the world in a whole, I can't
Give them right to abase me, to tease me,
I'm waiting for end or good chance.
That one who was deceived so often,
Couldn'd trick others in the same way;
Let my life race throughout the bad storms,
I am carefree, I know today,
Untill my heart in my breast is beating,
It will fail to give me a delight;
Only grave could, perhaps, help me simply
To get quiet from flammable love.