Share with me your dreams of living,
Address yourself directly to my soul;
What cannot be expressed in words alone –
Fan into my soul in the form of sound.
Поделись живыми снами,
Говори душе моей;
Что не выскажешь словами —
Звуком на душу навей.
«2 What are people's wiles to me? Holding / My head I stand, / On late dawn I sing / Holding my head. Ah, I have been raised on the crest / Of a wave wrathful and mad! / I sing you, that you are alone among us, / Like moon overhead! That, having flown like a raven on the heart, / Pie...»
«3 Just one more gigantic flap — / Eyelids are quiet. / O, dear body! O the ash / Of bird so light! I sang and waited, what I did / In fog of day. / So little body was in her, / And so much sigh. Her dreamy sleepiness is not / Humanly dear. / Something of eagle and of angel / ...»
«4 Mother's name is Anna, / Lev — of the child. / In his name is fury, / In her is quiet. / Red is his hair — / Tulip's head! / So, Hossanah / To the little tsar! God give him lungs / And the smile of Mom / And a look of / Pearl-seeking one. / God, attentively / Look aft...»
«5 You repeat nobody. How many / Companions and friends! And / Pride and bitterness rule over / This youth so tender. Remember the crazy day at the port / Threats of the Southern wind, / Roar of the Caspian — and in the mouth / A rose's wing. Like a gypsy I gave to you / A stone in...»