You may live uncleanly and absurdly:
Bullies’ giggles, rattles in the dust,
Open is your street, and foul overtly:
Laughter of a prostitute, like rust.
Dirty girlfriends, swarming, crazy psychos,
Anger, vice, deep poverty, and filth,
How can there appear in such a cycle
Dreams and inspirations to fulfill?
Still, they’ll come! They always keep arriving!
People’s life conjures creative ways.
Just above the blurry foam, alive now,
Worldwide beauty, built upon its waves.
Ты живёшь безумно и погано,
Улица, доступная для всех, —
Грохот пыльный, хохот хулигана,
Пьяной проститутки ржавый смех.
Копошатся мерзкие подруги, —
Злоба, грязь, порочность, нищета.
Как возникнуть может в этом круге
Вдохновенно-светлая мечта?
Но возникнет! Вечно возникает!
Жизнь народа творчества полна,
И над мутной пеной воздвигает
Красоту всемирную волна.
«Lily, Lily! I am sighing / With despair and hopeless woe. / I am tortured, I am dying, / And my soul has lost its glow, / But my love evoked no pity: / You consider me pathetic. / Keep on laughing: you are pretty / Even when unsympathetic. »
«Why feed the early signs of boredom / With sinister and dismal thought, / And wait for separation, burdened / With sorrow, lonesome and distraught? / The day of grief is close at hand! / You’ll stand, alone, out in the sun, / And try to bring back once again / These days, but they wi...»
«I’ve lived to see desire vanish, / With hope I’ve slowly come to part, / And I am left with only anguish, / The fruit of emptiness at heart. / Under the storms of merciless fate, / My worn and withered garland lies — / In sadness, lonesome, I await: / How far away is my demise? /...»
«I will be silenced soon!.. If on the tragic day, / The strings would pensively begin to play; / If adolescents, sitting quietly, immersed, / Began to marvel at my passion’s madness; / If only you, surrendering to sadness, / In silence mumbled melancholy verse / And loved the way my ard...»