Anna Akhmatova

The road by the seaside garden darkens..., by A. S. Kline
The road by the seaside garden darkens, / The lights are a fresh yellow. / I’m at peace; but please, don’t talk / To me about him. / You’re ki...
The road is black by the beach..., by Donald Michael Thomas
The road is black by the beach — Garden. Lamps yellow and fresh. I’m very calm. I’d rather not talk about him. I’ve a lot of feelings for you. ...
The road of the seaside garden turns dark..., by Andrey Kneller
The road of the seaside garden turns dark, / The streetlamps are yellow and prim. / And I’m very calm. But don’t you remark / And talk to me of ...
Yellow and fresh are the lanterns..., by Ilya Shambat
Yellow and fresh are the lanterns, / Black is the road of the garden at sea. / I am very calm. Only please, do not / Talk about him with me. / ...

in italian

Anna Achmatova (italiano)

Il viale della marina è fosco..., Gene Immediato
Il viale della marina è fosco, / gialli e puri sono i fanali. / Sto tranquilla. Solo bisogna / che non oda parole di lui. / Mi sei caro e fede...

in swedish

Svart ligger havsträdgårdsvägen..., Bengt Jangfeldt, Björn Julén
Svart ligger havsträdgårdsvägen. / De gula lyktorna lyser svalt. / Jag är mycket lugn. Men helst / vill jag slippa tala om honom. Trofaste, kär...