«7 And fanning in eyes of the coming / Sadness and sin, / You pass the city — brutally-black, / Heavenly-thin. Covered with torment, like with fog, / Is your eye. / In loop — a rose, in all the pockets — / Words of love. Aye! I hear your call over the restaurant / Violin. / ...»
«Above the church there are blue clouds, / A crows' cry... / And pass — the color of ash and sand — / Revolutionary troops... oh my / Blue-blooded, my kingly angst! They don't have a face, don't have a name — / Nobody sings! / You got lost, the Kremlin ringing / In this banner fo...»
«1 Winds have gone to sleep — with golden dawn, / Night comes — with a mountain of stone, / And with his princess from hot land / Rests the rabid chieftain. Having gathered his youthful shoulders in a sack / He listened, his forehead leaning back, / How over his hot tent it thunders ...»
«2 Over Volga — night, / Over Volga — sleep... / Ornate rugs they have laid down, / And on them the chieftain has laid / With a Persian princess — black brows. One can't see the stars, one can't hear the waves, / Oars and darkness extreme, this is all! / And the shuttle bears aw...»