Ah, you azure globule,
planet very sad.
You and I, what’s doing?
What’s it all about?
We all squelch through gore
instead of doing more...
Rivers brimmed with love
over you might flow.
Ах ты, шарик голубой,
грустная планета,
что ж мы делаем с тобой,
для чего все это?!
Всё мы топчемся в крови,
а ведь мы могли бы...
Реки, полные любви,
по тебе текли бы.
«However burdensome the end, / that thing we'll never comprehend, / our mortal suffering's exhaustion, / more horror in our souls is roused / by watching one by one being doused / our every cherished recollection.»
«Living sparks no longer answer friendly banter. / There's deepest night in me. Dawn it will not see. / Soon there'll fly into the gloom, unnoticed, / The dying fire's thin smoke, the last there'll ever be.»
«Separation has this lofty meaning: / if love lasts years, / if but a day it takes, / loveТs just a dream / and weТre a moment dreaming, / and whether early, whether late the waking, / the time must finally arrive when we awake.»
«Melting in the air above the valley, / distant bells are chiming / like flocks of flapping cranes, / dying away in the rustle of leaves, / bright, like the swelling sea of spring, / crystal-like, like day at a distance, / while faster, quieter, / shadow lies around the valley.»