O storm-cloud, the tempest's survival, alone
Like mad do you rush o'er the heavenly dome;
Alone do you cast as you drift on your way
A dark, brooding shade on the jubilant day.
A short while ago you lay cloaking the sky,
And great forks of lightning flared round you on high.
You thundered and roared over forest and plain
And fed thirsting earth with a bounty of rain.
Enough! Make you haste! Do not tarry... Begone!
The earth is refreshed, and the rain-storm has flown,
And tame though the wind is, it stubbornly tries
To make you desert the now radiant skies.
Последняя туча рассеянной бури!
Одна ты несешься по ясной лазури,
Одна ты наводишь унылую тень,
Одна ты печалишь ликующий день.
Ты небо недавно кругом облегала,
И молния грозно тебя обвивала;
И ты издавала таинственный гром
И алчную землю поила дождем.
Довольно, сокройся! Пора миновалась,
Земля освежилась, и буря промчалась,
И ветер, лаская листочки древес,
Тебя с успокоенных гонит небес.
«To Vl. Motyl As a child, I was convinced / that from all conditions / Potion of the Danish Prince / is the most efficient. / And that faith is burning since / brighter every year... / Potion of the Danish Prince / Savor, cavalier! Potion of this Prince or King / is as sweet as cand...»
«They're yet to be fitted, your veil and your gown, / And chanters to bless us for life, / But hurries time — dare-driver renowned! — / And horses are eager to fly. If only the ding-bells were angels safeguarding, / The sleigh were by tracks to abide! / Two buddies forever, devotion an...»
«Every morning, summer morning, every summer, / If your day begins before the sunrise ends / You will notice, you will witness as a merry little drummer / Takes his maple drumsticks in his little hands. / You will notice, you will witness as a merry little drummer / Takes his maple drumstic...»
«Four winters, pal, we stood the grounds, / And now spring is back on track. / With war, we've settled all accounts, / Let's go home, pick up your sack. The war was slashing us and bending, / And now we have paid it back. / For four years mothers have been waiting, / Let's go home, pick ...»