Anna Akhmatova

• The blue lacquer dims of heaven..., by Ilya Shambat
  The blue lacquer dims of heaven, / And the song is better heard. / It's the little trumpet made of dirt, / There's no reason for her to complain...
• The sky’s azure lacquer is waning..., by Andrey Kneller
  The sky’s azure lacquer is waning / And you can hear the ocarina play. / She’s just a little fife who’s made of clay, / What is the cause for al...
• The sky’s blue lacquer grows dim..., by A. S. Kline
  The sky’s blue lacquer grows dim, / And louder the song of the flute, / It’s only a pipe of clay, / There’s no need for its complaint. / Who t...