Moon shadows — shadows of sorrow —
Stumble about as a quiet herd,
Wearing black, like grief, earth's cover,
Tramping a ghostly hidden path.
They lovingly and gently rocked many,
And sensitively gave reflections back.
Moon shadows, shadows of sorrow,
Endlessly repeating my silhouette.
Лунные тени — тени печали —
Бродят бесшумной стопой.
В чёрном как горе земли покрывале
Призрачной робкой тропой.
Многих любовно и нежно качали,
Чутко давали отсвет…
Лунные тени, тени печали,
Мой повторят силуэт!
«Dawn and rain. A dense fog in the park, / And in the window – an unneeded candle, / An open and forgotten trunk, / Her shoulders that barely tremble. No word about us, no word about the past. / It’s such a trifle – what happened at the end! / When solitude for two – it is so sad.....»
«The twilight turns into unbearable time, / Unbearable nights... / Where are you, my late fellows? / Where are you, my friends? It’s time to reply. With no hesitations, towards danger, / — With no hesitations and no inanity, — / Under a fading torch of “clarity”, / My friends, ...»
«Life! What do I need from you – I do not know. / My grief cooled down, a lot of infancy. / But longing, as much as I’m longing now, / The merciful God will not allow. And if somewhere he exists and breathes, / The one, who finally was brought to me by fate, / Why doesn’t he come to ...»
«For centuries, God promises us bliss! / With you forever! – The answer flies. / But hope is shattered. And passion dies. / There is no happiness, eternity, or God. But there are clouds in the sky above, / The empty rocks, the shining ice, / And still no name... to boredom and to grief...»