Alexander Blok
Streets were empty, it was just another...

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!

Translated by Alec Vagapov