Along my street for so many years..., by Maya Jouravel Along my street for so many years /
I hear steps — my friends are slowly leaving. /
The slow leaving of my dear friends /
Is welcomed by the ...
Along my street, these steady steps resound..., by Evgenia Sarkisyants Along my street, these steady steps resound /
Year after year: my friends are slowly leaving. /
The all-absorbing lightlessness around /
Finds...
For how many years along this street of mine have I..., by Elaine Feinstein For how many years along this street of mine have I /
overheard those footsteps — of my friends leaving. /
And the darkness outside my window draw...
Mystery of my Senses, by Alyona Stasyukenene My air is full of distant memories /
Of mine who are westward gone to God. /
I friendly liked that silent trees /
In secrets never nod.
. . .
...
Over my street for many-many years..., by Yevgeny Bonver (fragment)
Over my street for many-many years, /
sound the steps — my friends leave me forever. /
The slow exodus of all my dear friends /
take...
The sound of steps recedes along the street..., by Igor Mazin The sound of steps recedes along the street. /
My friends depart, I hear their sluggish stride. /
This lazy sound of their departing feet /
Is p...
in german
Bella Achmadulina (deutsch)
In meiner Strasse schon sovieltes Jahr..., Natalia Putilina In meiner Strasse schon sovieltes Jahr /
Erschallen Schritte — meine Freunde scheiden, /
Ihr langsamer Abschied beliebt fuerwahr /
Der Finsterni...
in french
Bella Akhmadoulina (français)
Dans ma rue depuis des années..., Christine Zeytounian-Beloüs Dans ma rue depuis des années /
j’entends des pas mes amis s’en vont. /
Le lent départ de mes amis convient /
à l’obscurité derrière la vitre.
...
in lithuanian
Bela Achmadulina (lietuvių)
Nebyli vienatvė, Aliona Stasiukėnienė Remiuos langan. Gatvelė kupina draugų. /
Lėtai išeina ten, iš kur negrįžta. /
Minia vis tęsiasi ir tęsiasi dangun, /
Kur tolumoj žvaigždynai teb...
in armenian
Բելլա Ախմադուլինա (հայերեն)
Իմ փողոցով, ահա, քանի՜ տարի արդեն..., Խորեն Գասպարյանի Իմ փողոցով, ահա, քանի՜ տարի արդեն /
հեռանում են դանդաղ, և քայլերն են հնչում, - /
ընկերներս են գնում: Պատուհանից անդին /
մթությանն է միայն հեռացո...