It is simple, it is easy.
Everyone can understand it;
Not the smallest love you bear me,
You will never long for me.
Why should I be full of longing
For a man who is a stranger?
Why should I kneel every evening
To put up a prayer for you?
Why should I forsake mv comrade
And my curly-headed baby,
Throw away my native country
And the town that I love best,
And just like a dirty beggar
Wander through a foreign city?
Oh, how glad I am to think that
I shall soon be seeing you!
Это просто, это ясно,
Это всякому понятно,
Ты меня совсем не любишь,
Не полюбишь никогда.
Для чего же так тянуться
Мне к чужому человеку,
Для чего же каждый вечер
Мне молиться за тебя?
Для чего же, бросив друга
И кудрявого ребенка,
Бросив город мой любимый
И родную сторону,
Черной нищенкой скитаюсь
По столице иноземной?
О, как весело мне думать,
Что тебя увижу я!
«Wait for me, and I’ll return. / Only surely wait. / Wait, when yellow autumn rains / Bring on long regret. / Wait, when snow whirls in the air, / Wait, when there is sun, / Wait, when others have forgot / And their waiting's done. / Wait, when letters come no more / From the faro...»
«Touching three mighty and unending seas, / She lies, invincible, without a peer. / Spreading her cities and her distances / Over the black meridians of the sphere. But in the moment when the last grenade / Lies ready to explode within your palm, / And all the things which on your heart ha...»
«Wait for me and I’ll come back, / But wait with might and main. / Wait throughout the gloom and rack / Of autumn’s yellow rain. / Wait when snowstorms fill the way, / Wait in summer’s heat, / Wait when, false to yesterday, / Others do not wait. / Wait when from afar at last / ...»
«Sweetly I faint / from the still air and dreams, / From long pervasive tedium / and halting song; / I like the cockerels / embroidered on whit...»