The smokey blotches of the neighbours’ windows,
and windswept roses bending, drawing breath —
if I could think that life is but a dream,
that we cannot help waking after death.
To wait in heaven — heaven is so blue —
to wait in that cool bliss without a care.
And then, never to part with you.
With you for ever. Do you see? For ever...
Дымные пятна соседних окон,
Розы под ветром вздыхают и гнутся.
Если б поверить, что жизнь — это сон,
Что после смерти нельзя не проснуться.
Будет в раю — рай совсем голубой —
Ждать так прохладно, блаженно-безпечно.
И никогда не расстаться с тобой!
Вечно с тобой. Понимаешь ли? Вечно...
«Wine and joy are completely forgotten, / As well as his armor and sword. / Alone he descends in the rotten / Mysterious dungeon. The door Is squeaking with long drawn sound / For no one has entered inside. / The dark and the damp reign around. / The window is narrow and high. His eyes ...»
«The fun times and wine are forgotten, / The armor and sword're left behind, — / Alone he goes down to the bottom / Of dungeon — no light in hand, blind. / / The door started squeaking with drawling, — / It has not been used for a while. / It's humid and dark behind door ring, /...»
«There is a white silence is outside. / I cannot hear my own heart. / Heart, why are you silent? / Such soft, such soft silence. Snowy, white city — resurrect! / The moon — bloodstained shield. / The future — entirely unknown... / My heart, resurrect! resurrect! Resurrection is ...»
«She got into the Limousine in her fine attire / Feigning a thrill in her consistent friend, a dear, / And in the crunch of dancing rubber tyre / She had restored the voice of Cavalier. / / Who called her on the stairs saying "Manon"? / And though she had flung out: "mais non", / Whose...»