To awake when dawn is breaking,
Just because joy stops me sleeping,
And to look out through the port-hole
Where the green waves beat outside,
Or on deck with the rain falling
To sit wrapped with furs around me,
Listen to the engine throbbing,
And to have thoughts at all,
But expecting soon to meet him.
Him who is the star that guides me,
With the wind and salt spray blowing
To grow younger every hour.
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Оттого, что радость душит,
И глядеть в окно каюты
На зеленую волну,
Иль на палубе в ненастье,
В мех закутавшись пушистый,
Слушать, как стучит машина,
И не думать ни о чем,
Но, предчувствуя свиданье
С тем, кто стал моей звездою,
От соленых брызг и ветра
С каждым часом молодеть.
«Clouds melt in the sky. / Beaming in the heat, / the river runs, sparkling / like a steel mirror. It's hotter by the hour. / Shadows retreat to silent oak thickets. / From whitening fields / wafts honey-scent. What a wondrous day! Centuries will pass / and in the same eternal order ...»
«Snow is still white in the fields / but spring is in the water's voice. / Running, the waters wake the sleepy banks. / They run, they glisten, they rejoice. "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" / in every direction they shout. / "We're the young spring's runners, / with the news she ha...»
«1 Be manly, my friends, in the fight do not tire. / The struggleТs unequal, the conflict is dire! / Silent above you — the stars in the sky. / Beneath you are graves. Just as silent they lie. Olympus leaves gods not a thing to desire. / Eternally carefree, from work they donТt tire. ...»
«It is dusk now. With dew / The nettles are gleaming. / At the roadside I pause / Оп а willow leaning. Silver moonbeams here / On our roof are falling. / In the distance I hear / А nightingale warning. Like а winter stove, all / Breathes warmth and gladness / And the birches ar...»