«Kun kaduilla ma kuljeskelen / tai menen täyteen temppeliin / tai nuorten kanssa huvittelen, / ma vaivun omiin unelmiin. Ain’ aika vaihtuu aikaan uuteen: / lukumme vaikk’ on summaton, / on meillä matka ikuisuuteen — / taas jonkun hetki läsnä on. Ma mietin: tammen yksinäisen /...»
«Through the murk the moon is veering, / Ghost-accompanist of night, / On the melancholy clearings / Pouring melancholy light. Runs the troika with its dreary / Toneless jangling sleigh-bell on / Over dismal snow' I'm weary, / Hungry, frozen to the bone. Coachman in a homely fashion's ...»
«Through the misty billows’ fingers / Threads the moon with pallid shade, / On the dismal glades she lingers, / Casts her dismal beams’ parade. Down the listless winter passage / Races troika pulled by hounds, / Tolls the sleigh-bell’s one-note message, / Fills the air with tedious...»
«Down through shivering fog, the moon now / Makes its way across the night, / Soaking melancholy meadows / In a melancholy light. Down the road through dismal winter, / My quick carriage carries on / And the sleigh-bell's tuneless tinkle / Is a numbing monotone. Notes familiar in the mu...»