Streets were empty, it was just another
Boring night!
Why were you so innocent, and rather
Filled with pride?
Drops of soaking darkness falling down...
I will rise,
And I'll throw a challenge, with a frown,
To the skies.
There's no happiness on earth, undoubted,
Here we stand.
Now and then we think about it
Gun in hand...
And again we laugh and shed a tear,
Life goes on!
Well, it's just another day; it's clear:
We'll be gone!
Ночь — как ночь, и улица пустынна.
Так всегда!
Для кого же ты была невинна
И горда?
Лишь сырая каплет мгла с карнизов.
Я и сам
Собираюсь бросить злобный вызов
Небесам.
Всё на свете, все на свете знают:
Счастья нет.
И который раз в руках сжимают
Пистолет!
И который раз, смеясь и плача,
Вновь живут!
День — как день; ведь решена задача:
Все умрут.
«White and dishevelled, she looks outrageous, / Rushing about, brisk and courageous. / / Dark is the night, it is scared to death, and / Clouds, like kerchiefs, have covered the crescent. / / Wind, letting out hysterical hoots, / Whirls like a shot to the back of the woods. / / ...»
«Silver bluebell, are you singing, / Or, perchance, my heart is dreaming? / Light from rosy icon flashes / Falling on my golden lashes. / / Though I'm not that gentle infant / in the flapping splash of pigeons, / Yet my dreams are sweet and distant, / Somewhere in the woodland regio...»
«Over there beyond fields of yellow / There are villages stretching ahead. / There's a wood and the sunset of mellow / And a fence with a nettle thread. / / There over the domes of the temple / Is the turquoise dust of the sky, / And the wind rings the grass, wet and gentle, / A...»
«You don't love me and don't feel compassion / Don't you think that now I look my best? / Though you look aside you're thrilled with passion / As you put your arms upon my chest. / / You are young , so sensitive and zealous, / I am neither bad nor very good to you. / Tell me, did you ...»