Ave Maria — the lamp is quiet,
Four lines in my heart are ready all right:
Blessed Holy Virgin, mother of grief,
Your grace penetrated my soul, I perceive.
Not in a blaze, — in a quiet dream
Appear before her, Heaveny Queen,
Ave Maria — the lamp is quiet,
I said all these lines in a whisper all right
Ave Maria — лампада тиха,
В сердце готовы четыре стиха:
Чистая дева, скорбящего мать,
Душу проникла твоя благодать.
Неба царица, не в блеске лучей —
В тихом предстань сновидении ей!
Ave Maria — лампада тиха,
Я прошептал все четыре стиха.
«4 Over the sleeping youth — golden spurs. / Command: Up high! / Back at the heels the crowd of robbers. / George, cry! With a free left hand you're feeling the cross. / Command: swim! / Rule, that to the last one they come under / The cupola Sofian! We're lost! The joints will not ...»
«5 In the name of massacre / Hold tight, my one with wings! / There was an hour of crossing / And will be — of getting even. In that ton-and-half hour / Between fact and dream / Heavily paddled / The ship's wings. Between Charybdis — yes! — / And Scylla paddled away. / Oh my...»
«Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Who — now? / Leader of crowds. Step — hour, / Sigh — century, / Look — down. / All — there. Foe. — Friend. / Thorn. — Laurel. / All — dream... / He. — Horse. Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Cloak — ol»
«Into the ether / Leads the path. / Stop, now! / Blind is youth. / Higher, all higher! / Into blue rye! / Stop, now! / You'll step in the sky.»