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!
«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...»
«It happens: no oblivion, no dreams, / The near shadows are roaming in the mist, / Whether you argue or you don’t, no doubts, / “Death and time are reigning on this earth”. Death and time. Suffering – we’ll add. / ...But by the morning, all of a sudden, with no cause, / With grie...»
«A window, a dawn, ... as shadows, are barely seen / Two chairs, a bookshelf on the wall. / Did I wake up? Or the ethereal lilac’s smell / I fancied in my dream? Or this is through the grieving parting, / Through those dim and smoky clouds, / A shadow is reaching out / And smiles from ...»
«One person said: "One life is not enough" / Another said, "The goal we can't handle" / A woman, habitually and dull, / Not listening, has rocked the cradle. The fading ropes creaked so much, / Fell into silence — more gently every time! — / As if the angels sang for her from heaven / ...»