Amid the virgin maples and the weeping birches
Upon those arrogant pines to gaze I cannot brook;
The flocks of my sweet living daydreams they disturb,
Hateful to me their sober look.
Amid the gathering of their reborn neighbours
It's they alone that stir not, whisper not, nor sigh,
And they, immutable, remind the joyous springtime
Of the bleak winter days gone by.
And when the forest shall the last dry leaf let fall
And silently await the spring's new life again,
They, breathing fear to other generations, shall
In all their beauty cold remain.
Средь клёнов девственных и плачущих берёз
Я видеть не могу надменных этих сосен;
Они смущают рой живых и сладких грёз,
И трезвый вид мне их несносен.
В кругу воскреснувших соседей лишь оне
Не знают трепета, не шепчут, не вздыхают
И, неизменные, ликующей весне
Пору́ зимы напоминают.
Когда уронит лес последний лист сухой
И, смолкнув, станет ждать весны и возрожденья, —
Они останутся холодною красой
Пугать иные поколенья.
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«Wait for me, I'l be back / Wait with all your strength / Wait when the rains of sorrow / Cover the skies. / Wait when snow is freezing, / Wait when the sun is burning. / Wait, when no one else is waiting any more, / Even if you forget the past, full of memories / Even if you don't he...»
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