May the organ’s sounds burst out once more
Like the first spring thunderstorm:
Behind the shoulder of your young bride
My half-closed eyes will meet your eyes.
Farewell, my beauteous friend, be happy,
I relieve you from your sweet vow,
But do not reveal to your passionate sweetheart
My whimsical words of delirium.
For it will fill with deadly poison and decay
Your blissful and joyful alliance;
I leave you for a wondrous garden
Where the grass rustles and Muses exclaim.
Пусть голоса органа снова грянут,
Как первая весенняя гроза;
Из-за плеча твоей невесты глянут
Мои полузакрытые глаза.
Прощай, прощай, будь счастлив, друг прекрасный,
Верну тебе твой сладостный обет,
Но берегись твоей подруге страстной
Поведать мой неповторимый бред, —
Затем что он пронижет жгучим ядом
Ваш благостный, ваш радостный союз...
А я иду владеть чудесным садом,
Где шелест трав и восклицанья муз.
«To every infant love is given, — / but between work, / profits / and other stuff, / from evening to evening, / the crust of the heart grows rough. / The heart wears a body, / that body — a shirt. / and that's not all, they're obsessed! / an idiot! — / inventing cuff-links,...»
«As a kid, I was gifted with lots of love. / From childhood on, / folks / are overcome by chores. / I — / ran away once I had enough, / and procrastinated, / walking along the Rion shores. / My mom got angry: / “What a wicked child!” / My dad said his belt would teach me som...»
«In adolescence, major decisions are made. / Any fool is taught grammar and reason. / But I / was kicked out of my school in 5th grade / and thrown in and out of the Moscow prisons. / Your / apartment-sized world / is one of the littlest. / There, you breed many curly-haired lyricists...»
«You know French. / You divide / and multiply even better. / Derive easily. / Well, keep deriving, you hear me? / Tell me this — / can you sing with the buildings / together? / Do you know the language streetcars are speaking? / The human fledgling / from the egg first rises —...»