Theyre «red» today, and theyre «white» tomorrow —
Ah, no tapestry! No flowers, this!
Tiresome to me to the point of nausea,
Small people hideous and turned to beasts.
Lowly today and tomorrow lowly,
Today the thieves and tomorrow too.
Vile scoundrels now and vile scoundrels formerly,
Will provoke any revolt for you.
Ideas foolish, dreams, all in vanity,
That in their theory is way to god.
They all are colorless in their entity —
Today theyre «white» and tomorrow «red»!
Сегодня «красные», а завтра «белые» —
Ах, не материи! ах, не цветы!
Людишки гнусные и озверелые,
Мне надоевшие до тошноты.
Сегодня пошлые и завтра пошлые,
Сегодня жулики и завтра те ж,
Они, бывалые, пройдохи дошлые,
Вам спровоцируют любой мятеж.
Идеи вздорные, мечты напрасные,
Что в «их» теориях — путь к Божеству?
Сегодня «белые», а завтра «красные» —
Они бесцветные по существу.
«— Stonecutter, stonecutter, aproned in white, / What are you building? for whom? / — Hey, do not trouble us. We must build right. / From this a prison will come. — Stonecutter, stonecutter, levelling true, / What man inside it will grieve? / — Neither your brother, O rich man, nor...»
«The shining splendour of your eyes I bless! / It shone on the delirium that was mine. The smile that lingers on your lips I bless! / For it has made me drunken as with wine. The poison hidden in your kiss I bless! / Its venom drove my dreams and thoughts astray. The sickle that is your embr...»
«1ST VOICE Where art thou, my darling? / Lean down over me. / While I slept unfurling / Dark wings threatened me. / Night, with no dawn breaking. / Held me in its thrall. / And my heart was aching... 2ND VOICE I hear someone call. 1ST VOICE Why art thou far parted? / Void the air a...»
«Oh, where are you, Huns, who are coming? / As a cloud you swell over us here. / I can hear iron footsteps a-drumming / On the yet undiscovered Pamir. From your camps in the mist let the gathered / Hordes drunkenly fall in a flood; / Give new life to our bodies withered / With your free ...»