«The twilight turns into unbearable time, / Unbearable nights... / Where are you, my late fellows? / Where are you, my friends? It’s time to reply. With no hesitations, towards danger, / — With no hesitations and no inanity, — / Under a fading torch of “clarity”, / My friends, ...»
«Life! What do I need from you – I do not know. / My grief cooled down, a lot of infancy. / But longing, as much as I’m longing now, / The merciful God will not allow. And if somewhere he exists and breathes, / The one, who finally was brought to me by fate, / Why doesn’t he come to ...»
«For centuries, God promises us bliss! / With you forever! – The answer flies. / But hope is shattered. And passion dies. / There is no happiness, eternity, or God. But there are clouds in the sky above, / The empty rocks, the shining ice, / And still no name... to boredom and to grief...»
«It happens: no oblivion, no dreams, / The near shadows are roaming in the mist, / Whether you argue or you don’t, no doubts, / “Death and time are reigning on this earth”. Death and time. Suffering – we’ll add. / ...But by the morning, all of a sudden, with no cause, / With grie...»