I drink to our ruined house..., by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward I drink to our ruined house, /
to the dolor of my life, /
to our loneliness together; /
and to you I raise my glass, /
to lying lips that have...
Last Toast, by Andrey Kneller I’m drinking to a ruined home, /
And to my life in hell, /
To us together, yet alone, /
And to you too, as well, — /
To lies of lips, betrayin...
Last toast, by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky I drink to our ruined house /
To the evil of my life /
To our loneliness together /
And I drink to you — /
To the lying lips that have betraye...
Last Toast, by Rupert Moreton To ruined house I drink a toast, /
My life of anger too, /
To sharing with you lonely post, /
And, yes, I drink to you,
To lying lips that me b...
The final toast, by Jenny Wade I drink to this ruined home, /
To my evil life, /
To our mutual loneliness, /
And I drink to you —
To the lie from the lips that betrayed me, /...
The Last Toast, by Eric Gillan I raise my glass /
To ravaged home, /
My bitter life, /
And lonely days with you. /
I drink to you, /
To lying lips' betrayal, /
To deat...
The Last Toast , by Judith Hemschemeyer I drink to the ruined house, /
To the evil of my life, /
To our shared loneliness /
And I drink to you — /
To the lie of lips that betrayed me...
The Last Toast, by Donald Michael Thomas I drink to our demolished house, /
To all this wickedness, /
To you, our loneliness together, /
I raise my glass —
And to the dead-cold eyes, /...
The Last Toast, by Yevgeny Bonver I drink to home, that is lost, /
To evil life of mine, /
To loneness in which we’re both, /
And to your future, fine, —
To lips by which I was ...
The Last Toast, by Anna Tchetchetkine I drink to this, my ruined home, /
And to my wicked life, /
To days together, yet alone, /
To you who called me wife, /
To traitor lips, to th...
in italian
Anna Achmatova (italiano)
Ultimo brindisi, Michele Colucci Bevo a una casa distrutta, /
alla mia vita sciagurata, /
a solitudini vissute in due /
e bevo anche a te: /
all’inganno di labbra che tradiron...
in portuguese
Anna Akhmátova (português)
Último Brinde, Rubens Figueiredo Bebo ao lar em pedaços, /
À minha vida feroz, /
À solidão dos abraços /
E a ti, num brinde, ergo a voz…
Ao lábio que me traiu, /
Aos mortos q...
