Текст песни У.Б. Йейтс - Всадники скачут от Нок-на-Рей

Riders jump from Nok - to - Rey,
Rush over the grave Clot -on- Bar,
Kaylte burns like fire,
And Niav klichet : Hurry, hurry !
Throw heart of mortal dreams
Swirling leaves, flying horses ,
Hair blown relates ago
Fiery eyes , pale face .
Phantom jumps vehement fervor
Who we saw forever gone :
He forgets , dreamed ,
All forgets than ever lived .
Jump and they call in the dark night ,
And there is a terrible and beautiful charms ;
Kaylte burns like fire,
And Niav loudly calling : Hurry !