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?