I am your extended wife...
I am your extended wife.
You also have a wife — immediate.
I am needed in your life.
I commiserate completely.
I know your child holds you back.
With you arms around me wound,
You are staring at the clock —
I won’t even make a sound.
In God’s name, do not stand still...
You were meant to be together.
My extended sister will
Make your bed, it’s for the better.
On the train, I’ll flee from love,
Jealousy will drive me crazy!
Staring at your photograph,
I’ll make sure to bring a razor.
Я — двоюродная жена.
У тебя - жена родная!
Я сейчас тебе нужна.
Я тебя не осуждаю.
У тебя и сын и сад.
Ты, обняв меня за шею,
поглядишь на циферблат —
даже пикнуть не посмею.
Поезжай ради Христа,
где вы снятые в обнимку.
Двоюродная сестра,
застели ему простынку!
Я от жалости забьюсь.
Я куплю билет на поезд.
В фотографию вопьюсь.
И запрячу бритву в пояс.
«In your innermost songs there are hidden / Fateful tidings of death. / A curse on sacred commandments, / And a profanation of joy. And such an alluring strength / That I'm ready to pass on the rumor / That you brought angels down / With your seductive beauty... And when you mock faith ...»
«The river spreads out. It flows, sorrowful, lazy / And washes the banks. / Above the bare clay of the yellow cliff / Haystacks languish on the steppe. O my Rus! My wife! Our long path / Is painfully clear! / Our path has pierced our breast like an arrow / Of ancient Tatar will. Our pat...»
«Above the restaurants in the evenings / The sultry air is wild and still, / And the decaying breath of spring / Drives drunken shouting. Above the dusty distant lanes / The boredom of summer homes, / The baker's gold sign barely shines / And a child's crying rings out. Each night, beyo...»
«Night, street, lamp, drugstore, / A dull and meaningless light. / Go on and live another quarter century - / Nothing will change. There's no way out. You'll die, then start from the beginning, / It will repeat, just like before: / Night, icy ripples on a canal, / Drugstore, street, lam...»