To all of you which follow me since years ago...(poems from real Mikhail Lermontov poet)

GRATITUDE (Mikhail Lermontov)

For all, for all! I thank you, o my dear:

For passions' deeply hidden pledge,

For poison of a kiss, and stinging of a tear,

Abuse by friends, and enemies' revenge;

For soul's light, extinguished in a prison,

For things by which I was deceived before.

But do not give me any real reason

To give you thanks from now any more.

THE ANGEL (Mikhail Lermontov)

The angel was flying through sky in midnight,

And softly he sang in his flight;

And clouds, and stars, and the moon in a throng

Hearkened to that holy song.

He sang of the garden of God's paradise,

Of innocent ghosts in its shade;

He sang of the God, and his vivacious praise

Was glories and unfeigned.

The juvenile soul he carried in arms

For worlds of distress and alarms;

The tune of his charming and heavenly song 

Was left in the soul for long.

It roamed on earth many long nights and days,

Filled with a wonderful thirst,

And earth's boring songs could not ever replace

The sounds of heaven it lost.