This will happen, happen,
no way of avoiding this:
the birds will shrill above the town,
orchestras will play,
the air will grow more limpid,
the guns’ thud will be forgotten,
and the army of the frontier
will march home singing.
This will happen, happen —
I believe they’ll smelt the armor...
Don’t forget to learn
from this essential day...
Это случится, случится,
этого не миновать:
вскрикнут над городом птицы,
будут оркестры играть.
Станет прозрачнее воздух,
пушек забудется гам,
и пограничное войско
с песней уйдет по домам.
Кровь и военная служба
сгинут навеки во мгле.
Вот уж воистину дружба
будет царить на земле.
Это случится, случится.
В домнах расплавят броню.
Не забывайте учиться
этому нужному дню.
«I’d like to pry your journey path, / Your station, terminus / From an obscure mirror depth / In slumber fogginess. I glimpse a tall ship and its mast, / You’re standing on the deck... / You’re on a train, in smoking cars / The fields rue at sunset... The evening fields are wet wi...»
«Oh, the flippancy, charming crime, / My companion, and my sweet foe! / You splashed laughter into my eyes, / Spiked my blood with mazurka flow. Taught that keeping the wedding band, / Doesn't matter, together or parting! / Willy-nilly to start at the end, / And to quit before even start...»
«Remembering the last night vision, / Caressed under a velvet throw. / What happen then? And who was winning? / Who’s overthrown? Rethinking everything all over, / Tormented over and above, / I could not name it, could not know it, / Or was it love? Who was the hunter, who was hun...»
«At sunset the crimson light weaves across the lake, / In the grove wood grouses cry with a strident clang. Out an oriole laments, holed up in a tree. / I alone don’t feel like crying, filled with joyful glee. You would slip away to me in the evening dusk, / We would sit in fresh cut hay un...»