Текст песни Александр Сергеевич Пушкин - Красавица

Everything in her harmony , all wonder ,
All the above peace and passions ;
It rests shyly
In its solemn beauty ;
She looks around him :
It has no rivals , no friends ;
Beauties of our pale circle
Its radiance disappears.

Wherever you hurried ,
Though on the assignation ,
What is used in the heart or fed
You innermost dreams -
But to meet her , embarrassed , you
Suddenly stopped involuntarily ,
pious reverence
Before the shrine of beauty.