In every church bell there is spite
In every red ribbon there is fire
In every young woman shivering
In every young man his own steed.
В каждом колоколе злоба
В каждой ленточке огонь
В каждой девочке зазноба
В каждом мальчике свой конь.
«Let the dawn keep shining out, / Let the warbler sing at night, / How I wish I was allowed / To embrace and hold you tight! / / Our boat will float with blessing / In the canes with rustling leaves, / You will cling to me, caressing, / Heated passion on your lips. / / Sing...»
«I will never forget it (did it happen-who cares?) / Burnt and split by the sunset blaze / Was the pallid celestial vast, and some flares / Came to light in the yellow space. / / There I sat by the window, in a crowded chamber. / Fiddlesticks were singing again. / And I sent you a f...»
«There is impulsive youth again, / With bursts of vigour, views far-out... / But happy moments never came. / At least this doesn"t raise a doubt! / / You have to be on the alert / For threat awaits you here and yonder. / And should you get away unhurt, / You will, at last, believe i...»
«I would forget about courage, winning, / About glory in the grievous land / When I looked up to see your portrait beaming / In an uncomely frame I had at hand. / / The time had come and you left home for ever. / I threw the cherished ring into the night. / You gave your destiny...»