The cult of personality is stained,
But after forty years, the cult
Of gray monotony and disdain
Persists like in the days of old
Each coming day appears lackluster,
Until it’s truly hard to bear,
It brings but photographic clusters
Of pig-like and inhuman stares.
The cult of narrow-minded thinking
Is likewise cherished and extolled,
And people shoot themselves, while drinking,
Unable to sustain it all.
Культ личности забрызган грязью,
Но на сороковом году
Культ зла и культ однообразья
Еще по-прежнему в ходу.
И каждый день приносит тупо,
Так что и вправду невтерпеж,
Фотографические группы
Одних свиноподобных рож.
И культ здоровья и мещанства
Еще по-прежнему в чести,
Так что стреляются от пьянства,
Не в силах этого снести.
«Don’t covet goods of other beings — / My Goodness, You’ve commanded so; / The limits of my will You know — / Am I to manage tender feelings? / I wish not to offend my friend. / His village I do not desire, / And for his steer I don’t aspire, / I’m gazing at it all, content:...»
«Trapped behind bars, in dampness I dwell. / A young-hearted eagle brought up in a cell, / My dejected companion, under the frame, / Continues to peck at the red, bloody game, He pecks at it, flings it and then, looks outside, / As if we have reached a consensus by sight. / He summons me t...»
«Lisa is afraid to love. / Nonsense, — that is not her manner! / Careful — what if it’s a bluff / And perhaps this new Diana / Has repressed her passion’s call — / And with shameful, glowing eyes / Walks among us in disguise, / Looking just for whom to fall.»
«All’s finished: you and I are fractured. / I sang my songs of sorrow line by line / As I embraced your knees the final time. / All’s finished now — I heeded your reaction. / It’s done. I won’t deceive myself again. / I won’t pursue you, full of grief and woe. / Perhaps, one d...»