Igor Severyanin
- Strange, by Alex Cigale
(We live just as in a dream impenetrable...)
Ígor Severiánin (español)
- Es extraño, Kseniya Tokareva
(Vivimos como en un sueño indescifrable...)
«I trusted, I thought and the light for me shone at last. / For ever Creator let fate have my soul, forever. / I am sold and alone! My god went away so fast. / My buyer is looking at me – he is mocking and clever. My Yesterday rushes at me like a big flying hill / And like an abyss before ...»
«I like things which are calm and forlorn: / Lights that shine through the stream's foggy gloom, / The long-dying sunset's poverty, / The October chrysanthemum bloom, The triteness of "Songs Without Words", / Quiet graves with no names at their side — / All that Annensky avidly loved, / ...»
«Here is reward for all my sins, / This triumph and disgrace: / A poem suddenly begins / From nothing, from no place. The words come magically half-dressed, / Wearing haphazard clothes, / Like roses falling on my chest... / — And you, toss me a rose! No, throw it past that cloud that ...»
«Upon fresh ground falls and melts / At once unnoticed a thin film. / The harsh and chilly spring / The ripened buds does kill. / Sight of early death is so horrid / That I can't look at God's creation, and am riven / With sadness, to which king David / Millenia of life has given.»