Lisa is afraid to love.
Nonsense, — that is not her manner!
Careful — what if it’s a bluff
And perhaps this new Diana
Has repressed her passion’s call —
And with shameful, glowing eyes
Walks among us in disguise,
Looking just for whom to fall.
Лизе страшно полюбить.
Полно, нет ли тут обмана?
Берегитесь — может быть,
Эта новая Диана
Притаила нежну страсть —
И стыдливыми глазами
Ищет робко между вами,
Кто бы ей помог упасть.
«I will return as grass in spring, / I'll try to reach you, germinating, / As buds reach forward to the green / When they are waiting to awaken. To start the blossoming anew / One morning, secretly and shyly, / Already sparkling with the dew, / That dries away if sun is shining. The sun...»
«How many birch trees did you see in this world? / It’s likely — just two, maybe three, / All trimmed with the silver of first winter cold / Or dressed in the green veil of spring Or, maybe, in summer you’d come back at home, / And sunlight would fill all your place, / And through op...»
«A human being, as much as he is grand, / Essentially, is just a thinking plant. / We are related to all trees and grass, / And their kinship can’t belittle us. / We're given from before our birth / The steadfastness of plants, their life force.»
«Although the ages wait in line, / After we’re gone, to blossom, / The world keeps dying every time, / With every single person.»