Друзьям - перевод А. С. Пушкина

To friends
by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

Gods had presented you, like prise,
The golden days, the golden nights, yet.
And girls with languishing great eyes
Are gazing at you with intention.
Let you play, sing, my dear friends!
And lose the transient evening once.
And at your life, so happy, gay,
I shall, through bitter tears, smile.