Zhil odnazhdy na svete D'yavol. Po moryam-okeanam plaval. A tebya nikogda ne videl, Obo mne nikogda ne slyshal. On ukral s neba yasnyy mesyats I spustil lad'eyu na volny; On prikhodit s nochnym prilivom, U nego veslo iz olivy. Ty menya zhdala na prichale, Ne smykala ochey nochami, On uvidel tebya, golubka, I zabyl o vechnosti D'yavol. Prinyal D'yavol moe oblich'e, Ne naydesh' naydesh' i pyati otlichiy, On upal pred toboy na koleni, Tseloval kholodnye ruki. Ya pokinul tebya, golubka, Obeshchavshi vernut'sya skoro. Pereputal ya nebo s vodoyu, Ya uplyl za svoey bedoyu. Ne naydesh' tekh shirot na kartakh, Gde propal ya s vernoy komandoy. Gde mne vzyat' imya vetra, kotoryy Vozvrashchaet strannikov k domu? Ya postavil by svetlyy parus, Ya b primchalsya domoy s rassvetom, Otvyazal by lunu ot prichala, Chtoby tozhe domoy vozvrashchalas'! Tol'ko stoit li, pravo, vernut'sya, Tol'ko stoit li mne voskresnut', Esli vmesto menya zhivet D'yavol, Moi pesni poet tebe D'yavol?