A sweet-voiced bird's been caught.
They squeeze it in a vice-like grip.
The poor thing squeaks and warbles not
But they insist: «O, birdie, sing!»
Поймали птичку голосисту
И ну сжимать ее рукой.
Пищит бедняжка вместо свисту,
А ей твердят: «Пой, птичка, пой!»
«Oh no, the rumours tell you lies, / I live and breathe with you as ever, / With years you haven’t lost the ties / Which I have no intent to sever. / I’ve always had you in my heart / Though acting like a homage giver, / I worshiped others but I had / The cautions of an old believer»
«Love is a poison with a flavour, / Though sweet, it’s poison anyway, / And for the instant joy and favour / Long lasting grief is what we pay. / / The flame of love is vivifying, / They say it, but , in fact, we see: / It’s ravaging and rather trying / And ruining the soul for m...»
«You wake, o Baiae, from your tomb / With the appearance of Aurora's rays, / But crimson dawn will not return / The radiance of bygone days, / Will not bring back the cool of sanctuaries / Where swarms of beauties played, / And never will your columns of...»
«Bent o'er his sabre, torrents starting / From his dim eyes, the bold hussar / Thus greets his cherish'd maid, while parting / For distant fields of war: 'Weep not, my fair one! O forbear thee! / No anguish can those tears remove; / For, by my troth and beard, I swear thee, / Time ...»