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.
«Through love, through loves, as legends state it / Two kindred souls seek fusion true / Forever more to be related; / Ideal communion –destined, fated. / But fate locks them in combat too. And in this combat one soul’s fires / Always burns with love more pure. / It suffers more, to ...»
«Hush, my little sleepy-head. / Mama’s gone — to Paris fled. / Ah-Ah-Ah, please don’t you weep. / There were reasons, go to sleep. / Over there beneath the couch / Crawls a sleek and shiny roach. / Where’s his wife? In Paris, too? / No, she isn’t; that’s not true. / Life h...»
«One night I met, to my surprise, / A puny devil, blue with cold — / No bigger than a child in size, / His feral face was gaunt and old. He shivered in the icy rain, / Which had soaked through his matted pelt. / “This son of hell feels cold and pain — / We share one fate,” I some...»
«How nicе to know what ails me is not you, / How nice to know what ails you is not me. / And thus we’ll never feel, as lovers do, / Firm earth beneath us turn to flowing sea. / How nice to act the fool or talk too much, / Feel free to let you see me at my worst. / And if some day by ch...»