Lyrics М. Ю. Лермонтов - Демон. Часть вторая. 1, 2.

I
"Father, father, leave the threat
Your Tamara is not scolding;
I cry: you see these tears,
They are no longer the first.
In vain grooms in a crowd
Hurry here from distant places ...
There are many brides in Georgia;
And I don't have a nobody's wife! ..
Oh, do not scold, father, me.
You yourself noticed: day from day
I am Vyna, a victim of evil poison!
My spirit tormented
An irresistible dream;
I die, take pity on me!
Give to the sacred monastery
Her daughter is reckless;
The Savior will protect me there,
Before him, I will spill my longing.
There is no fun in the world ...
The shrines in the world of autumn,
Let it accept the gloomy cell,
Like a coffin, in advance of me ... "

II
And in the monastery secluded
Her relatives were taken away
And the willful of the humble
Young breasts were clothed.
But also in monastic clothes,
As under a patterned brocade,
Everything is a lawless dream
In her, her heart was beating as before.
Before the altar, with the gloss of the candles,
In the hours of solemn stump,
Familiar, among prayers,
She often heard a speech.
Under the vault of the gloomy temple
A familiar image sometimes
Glided without sound and trace
In a fog of a light phimiam;
He shone quietly, like a star;
He attracted and called ... but - where? ..