When you’re drunk, you’re so much fun —
Your rambling tales make no sense.
The early fall arrived and hung
Bright yellow flags upon the elms.
In the land of fraud and guile,
We have strayed, and now, repent,
But, what are these fictitious smiles,
On our lips, so strangely bent?
Not happiness or peace of mind,
A biting torment — we pursued…
I will not leave my friend behind, —
So tender and so dissolute.
Мне с тобою пьяным весело —
Смысла нет в твоих рассказах.
Осень ранняя развесила
Флаги жёлтые на вязах.
Оба мы в страну обманную
Забрели и горько каемся,
Но зачем улыбкой странною
И застывшей улыбаемся?
Мы хотели муки жалящей
Вместо счастья безмятежного…
Не покину я товарища
И беспутного и нежного.
«"To this the Senate serves as witness — / Such actions do not die" / Smoked a cigar and tucked his gown, / Chess players nearby. The dreams of honor he exchanged for plot / In god-forsaken deep Siberian wilds / And elegant cigar at poisoned lips, / The truth of bitter world having rev...»
«1 Still far away are asphodels, / Transparent-graying spring / But in the meanwhile, here, / Sand rustles, and wave rings. / But now my soul has entered / Persephone's light charms / In kingdom of the dead there are / No tanned and gorgeous arms. 2 Why do we trust the boat / With ...»
«When on the squares in silence / We slowly lose our minds / Cruel winter offers to us / The cold and clean rhine wine It gives in silver bucket / The Valhalla's white wine / And of a northern man / With glimmer it reminds. But northern skalds are rougher / They know no joy of game / ...»
«Among the priests a young Levite / As morning sentinel for long remained / Judean night grew denser over him, / A ruined temple stood in bitter pain. He spoke: The yellow of the sky is menace / Run, Jews, over Euphrates it is night. / And old men thought: We should not take the blame here...»