Here’s the rain crashing down,
time has stopped.
The clocks go on helplessly knocking.
Grow, grass, you don’t need time.
Speak, Holy Spirit, you don’t need words.
Вот грянул дождь,
Остановилось время.
Часы беспомощно стучат.
Расти, трава, тебе не надо время.
Дух Божий, говори, тебе не надо слов.
«Life! What do I need from you – I do not know. / My grief cooled down, a lot of infancy. / But longing, as much as I’m longing now, / The merciful God will not allow. And if somewhere he exists and breathes, / The one, who finally was brought to me by fate, / Why doesn’t he come to ...»
«For centuries, God promises us bliss! / With you forever! – The answer flies. / But hope is shattered. And passion dies. / There is no happiness, eternity, or God. But there are clouds in the sky above, / The empty rocks, the shining ice, / And still no name... to boredom and to grief...»
«It happens: no oblivion, no dreams, / The near shadows are roaming in the mist, / Whether you argue or you don’t, no doubts, / “Death and time are reigning on this earth”. Death and time. Suffering – we’ll add. / ...But by the morning, all of a sudden, with no cause, / With grie...»
«A window, a dawn, ... as shadows, are barely seen / Two chairs, a bookshelf on the wall. / Did I wake up? Or the ethereal lilac’s smell / I fancied in my dream? Or this is through the grieving parting, / Through those dim and smoky clouds, / A shadow is reaching out / And smiles from ...»