Uglubias' v nevedomye gory,
Zabludilsia stariy konkvistador,
V dymnom nebe plavali kondory,
Navisali snezhnue gromady.

Vosem' dney skitalsia on bez pishi,
Kon' izdox, no pod bolshim ustupom
On nashel uyutnoe zhilishe,
Chtob ne razluchatsia s milym trupom.

Tam on zhil v ten isuxix smokovnits,
Pesni pel o solnechnoy Kastilie,
Vspominal srazhenia i lyubovnits,
Videl to pishali, to mantilyi,

Kak vsegda, byl derzok i spokoen
I ne znal ni uzhasa, ni zlosti,
Smert' prishla, i predlozhil ey voin
Poigrat' v izlomannye kosti.