Seated at a table, flighty thoughts,
Shoulders spread, inflated chest,
I pronounced empty speeches,
Still as a statue and just as loved.
Легкомысленные речи
За столом произносив,
Я сидел, раскинув плечи,
Неподвижен и красив.
«I know the truth! All old truths — vanish! / Why do people fight with people on this earth. / See: this evening, look: it's almost night. / Why — poets, lovers, generals? Oh, the wind is calming, the earth is covered with dew, / Oh, soon the stars will be frozen in a snowstorm, / And...»
«Two suns are cooling — oh, Lord, mercy! — / One - in the sky, the other - in my chest. How did this sun, — do you forgive yourself? — / How did this sun drive me mad! Both cold — their rays do no longer hurt! / And one first gets cold, then hot.»
«A parting in Gypsy passion! / We just met — and you take flight! / I dropped my head into my hands / And think, staring into the night: No one, leafing through our letters, / Will understand their depth, / How treacherous we were, that is — / How true to ourselves»
«A full moon, and a bearish fur, / And dancing bells in the distance... / Frivolous hour! — For me too / An innermost hour. I managed a headwind for me, / Snow appeased my view, / On the hillside a monastery bright / In the snow — holy. Snowflakes on our sable covered breasts / H...»