I Was Not Born To Amuse The

Better The Illusions That Exalt Us Than Ten Thousand Truths.

Mistress-like, Its Brilliance Vain, Highly Capricious And Inane.

I Loved You; Even Now I May Confess, Some Embers Of My Love Their Fire Retain; But Do Not Let It Cause You More Distress, I Do Not Want To Sadden You Again. Hopeless And Tongue Tied, Yet I Loved You Dearly With Pangs The Jealous And The Timid Know; So Tenderly I Loved You, So Sincerely, I Pray God Grant Another Love You So.

I Was Not Born To Amuse The Tsars.

As Long As There Is One Heart On Earth Where I Still Live, My Memory Will Not Die.