«1 In a shady ring my eyes / She surrounded — insomnia. / With a shady wreath insomnia / Did my eyes bind. At night — the same! / To idols don't pray. / Idol-worshipper — I'll give / Your secret away. To you — day's not enough, / Fire of sun above! You pale-faced one, we...»
«3 In my giant city it is night. / From the sleepy home I alight / People think: Daughter and wife / And I recall just this: Night. On my way blows the wind of July / And somewhere music in a window — barely. / Ah, now the wind will blow until dawn / Into the chest through the chest's...»
«After a sleepless night the body gets weaker, / It becomes dear and not yours — and nobody's. / Just like a seraph you smile to people / And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker / And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. / Smells like Flor...»
«6 This night today I am alone in the night — / A sleepless and a homeless nun! / This night today I have the keys / Of all the gates of capital, just one! The sleeplessness has pushed me on the way. / O, dusky Kremlin, how you're beautiful! / I kiss into the chest this night today / ...»