You will think about her as about your first bride,
To the point of tears in your dreams.
We did not inhale her fragrance together,
And you did not bring her to me.
She was brought to me
By that winged ruler of gods and muses,
When the peals of the first thunder
Glorified our terrible union.
That union that is called separation
And is torment to the hundredth power,
That is the purest and blackest of all.
Ты о ней как о первой невесте
Будешь думать во сне и до слез...
Мы ее не вдыхали вместе,
И не ты мне ее принес.
Мне принес ее тот крылатый
Повелитель богов и муз,
Когда первого грома раскаты
Прославляли наш страшный союз.
Тот союз, что зовут разлукой,
И какою-то сотою мукой,
Что всех чище и всех черней.
«Leaves are falling here and yonder. / And the wind is / Drawling and low. / Who will gladden my heart I wonder? / Who will soothe it, my friend, do you know? / / I'm staring at the moon, and I'm trying / Not to sleep keeping drowse away. / There again the rosters are crying / A...»
«Little house with light blue shutters, / I will never forget you, no way! / All these years that have gone with the shadows / Seemed so recent and not far away. / / Up to now I've been dreaming about / Our fields, woods and clouds on high / Under cover of grey cotton shroud / Of...»
«Don't torment me with coldness and stiffness / And don't ask me my age and so on. / I have serious falling sickness / With my soul like a yellow bone. / / Years ago I wasn't the same as / I am now. I was dreamy and all / I imagined that I would be famous / Very wealthy and favoured...»
«Snowdrift, piled up, is now brittle and callous, / Cold is the moon that shines from the height. / Now I am back at my dear old house, / And through the blizzard I see the light. / / Well, we are homeless but we do not suffer. / I laud what I've got, without complain. / Here I am bac...»