For misfortune or for luck
There is a simple thing
That is never coming back
To where you`ve ever been.
Even if the old day ashes
Is as used to be
Searching is another crashes
As for you and me.
Backward traveling for others
I would forbid in whole
I ask you as if a brother
Don`t stir up my soul.
Otherwise I`ll disappear
Who won`t let me drive
On my felt boots to the year
Of nineteen forty five?
In this year I am hopeful
That there will be, my God,
My mother looking youthful
And my still living dad.
По несчастью или к счастью,
Истина проста:
Никогда не возвращайся
В прежние места.
Даже если пепелище
Выглядит вполне,
Не найти того, что ищем,
Ни тебе, ни мне.
Путешествие в обратно
Я бы запретил,
Я прошу тебя, как брата,
Душу не мути.
А не то рвану по следу —
Кто меня вернет? —
И на валенках уеду
В сорок пятый год.
В сорок пятом угадаю,
Там, где — боже мой! —
Будет мама молодая
И отец живой.
«Oh, to hell with this storm, damn this snow and hail – / pounding on the rooftop, driving in white nails! / But me – I’m not frightened, and I know my fate: / my wastrel heart has nailed me to you – nailed us tight! »
«There are such easy ways / to leave this life, / to burn to an end / without pain or thought, / but a Russian poet / has no such luck. / A bullet is more likely / to show his winged soul / the way to Heaven; / or else the shaggy paw / of voiceless terror will squeeze / the life...»
«One by one we all are now departing / For realms where silence and beatitude abide. / And I as well, perhaps, will soon be starting / To pack my bag and baggage for the ride. Dear groves of oak and birches so resplendent, / And you, O earth! You too, sand-laden plains! / In parting with t...»
«That unsaid, that such blue and such tender... / My land's silent all after the storm. / And my soul, as field, all without ends, / Breathes with smell of honey and roses. I have ceased. Years did their business, / But I don't curse all, that have been. / As if troika had raced, being cra...»