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.
«I think of the dawn of your glory, / Of the dawn of your days, / When you awoke from sleep as a demon / And a god for mankind. / / I think of the way your brows / Were knitted above the torches that were your eyes, / And of the ancient blood that, like lava, / Flowed inside your vei...»
«I like that you are not in love with me / And that I do not burn with lust for you; / We have no need to fear that suddenly / The earth may cave in underneath our shoes. / I like that I can in your presence be / Relaxed and silly, and not try to charm, / And not flush red with ardent mod...»
«I remember you but on occasion, / And your fate does not keep me in thrall, / Yet the time when I made your acquaintance / Leaves a durable trace on my soul. / / I walk quickly when passing your house, / That red house where the grim river runs, / But I know I unsettle somehow / You...»
«That day when over world newborn / God would reveal his face / Sun could be stopped by word alone / Word could destroy a place Hawks dared not to strike their wings / The stars drew closer to the Moon / When as aurora in the skies / A word would drift along A number was for lowly life ...»