«6 And the silk sash is falling / To his feet — a snake heavenly.. / And "someday, when she's underground, / You will calm down" they tell me. I see my profile, old / And arrogant in brocade white. / And somewhere — guitars — guitars — / And youths in a cloak like the night. ...»
«7 And fanning in eyes of the coming / Sadness and sin, / You pass the city — brutally-black, / Heavenly-thin. Covered with torment, like with fog, / Is your eye. / In loop — a rose, in all the pockets — / Words of love. Aye! I hear your call over the restaurant / Violin. / ...»
«Above the church there are blue clouds, / A crows' cry... / And pass — the color of ash and sand — / Revolutionary troops... oh my / Blue-blooded, my kingly angst! They don't have a face, don't have a name — / Nobody sings! / You got lost, the Kremlin ringing / In this banner fo...»
«1 Winds have gone to sleep — with golden dawn, / Night comes — with a mountain of stone, / And with his princess from hot land / Rests the rabid chieftain. Having gathered his youthful shoulders in a sack / He listened, his forehead leaning back, / How over his hot tent it thunders ...»