«From a strict and elegant temple / On the squealing of squares you alight. / Freedom! The beautiful lady / Of marquises and Russian knights. A dreadful rehearsal is on now — / Still ahead is the mass! / O freedom! The partying woman / On the mad soldier's chest!»
«Bitterness! On your lips, passion — / Is eternal aftertaste! / Bitterness! It is temptation / For all times — to die at last. I from bitterness — am kissing / Everyone who's young and sweet. / You from bitterness — another / By the hand at night do lead. With bread I eat, wi...»
«1 Divine, childish-plain / The dress is, and short to the plait. / How the sides of a pyramid / Rush sides from the belt. What big rings there are / On the fingers little and dark! / What big buckles there are / On the tiny shoes! And people eat and argue, / And people are playing c...»
«2 She stands, throwing back the throat, / And bit the mouth in blood. / And set the hand against bosom — / The left one - where there is love. "On your knees!" — "What to you / Are my knees that I should bend, / Abbot?" With these words / Her last night Carmen did end.»