Not weeks, not months, — it took us years
To separate. And finally, today,
We feel true freedom’s gentle breeze
And the wreaths on our heads are gray.
There are no more betrayals or treason,
And you don’t have to listen all night
To the streaming current of reasons
That prove me indisputably right.
Не недели, не месяцы — годы
Расставались. И вот наконец
Холодок настоящей свободы
И седой над висками венец.
Больше нет ни измен, ни предательств,
И до света не слушаешь ты,
Как струится поток доказательств
Несравненной моей правоты.
«Swallow tweets fair and confiding, / Cuts the air with wings agile, / Every current she is fighting / Saving strengths all the while. / Soars the pits and soars the heaven, / In perusal of the pest, / At the cornice of the cabin / Until daybreak taking rest. Overcome by her behaviors,...»
«The arboreal chapel was nearing closure. / Barely cleared his windpipe, the siskin. / A lone nightingale's unsilenced composure / Over the world rang from the foliage. The more I expelled you, insidious impulse, / The less I could look down at you laughing. / To silence yourself in the gl...»
«Wrapped in kisses and spells, in the plains, / With the wind you were one time wed, / You are seemingly covered in chains, / My invaluable woman friend! Neither happily nor stricken down, / From a dark sky you walk with gravity, / You are both the song of my wedding vow, / And my star s...»
«When, at the years' decline, my life will run its course / And, having dimmed the light, I will again disperse / Into the unseen world of foggy transformations, / When millions of newborn generations / Will fill this world with glimmerings of wonder / And will complete the nature's full de...»