Character: Vladimir Lensky

In your home, as a Golden dream,
My childhood years flowed;
In your house I first tasted
The joy of pure love.
But today I learned something else:
I have tasted that life is not a novel,
Honour is but a sound, friendship is the word empty,
Insulting a pathetic deception.

Really indifferent could I be, when you laughed, flirting with him?! He was leaning over you and squeezing your hand!..

I love you, as one the poet's soul just loves. You're the one in my dreams you're my one desire, you're my joy and my suffering.

Should I fall, pierced by an arrow,
Il will fly past it,
All good: vigil and sleep
Comes the appointed hour;
Blessed is the day of cares,
Blessed is the coming of darkness!

Flirty! Windy baby!
So the trick, she knows,
To change trained.

Crazy soul of a poet
Still condemned to love:
Always, everywhere, one dream,
One constant longing,
One of the usual sadness.