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!
«How is living with another? / Simpler? The thud of oars! — / Memories of me soon start to / Drift like wave-lines by the shores, I’m the island in the distance, / (Not on water! — in the sky!) / Souls! — You’re destined to be sisters / And not lovers in this life! How is li...»
«“I’m not leaving! — This isn’t the end!” And she clings and clings... / But in her breast — the swell / Of looming waters, / Of notes... Count on it: sealed as / A sacrament: we’re bound to leave each other!»
«And only one time with a foam / Wave is rising and falling down. / And heart can't live with parting tone, / There's no a betrayal — only love. We can be angry or be playing, / Or lying - but the heart is silent. / We never could produce betrayal: / The soul is one — and love is on...»
«There is a freedom blissful in a twilight / From the marked ciphers of a century, of year, day. / When? - that's not important. Here's the entrance, rather, / Into the depth of park, into the fires' flash. Not in a moisture, satiating flower, / Nor in the trees, full with a feel of love, / ...»