In my comfortable carriage, buoyed by its ellipsychic bearings,
I love to visit at golden midday the lady's club for tea time,
Where women so deliciously gossip about social trash and quarrels,
Where the foolish rightfully are unfoolish, the wise always stupid.
Oh all you fashionable subjects, from you my sorrow will unfurl.
Trembling lips with irony quiver like jelly made of wild strawberries.
"The natives look just like pineapples and pineapples resemble natives."
The Creole woman's quips are witty, recalling her exotic landscapes.
The mayor's wife begins yawning, leaning over the silent piano,
Looks out the window where fermenting July sensuously stumbles.
Around us fan the golden cobwebs, of spleen's lazy tribes a symbol.
Having thus compared myself, isn't this why I love the Lady's Club?
Я в комфортабельной карете, на эллипсических рессорах,
Люблю заехать в златополдень на чашку чая в женоклуб,
Где вкусно сплетничают дамы о светских дрязгах и о ссорах,
Где глупый вправе слыть не глупым, но умный непременно глуп...
О, фешенебельные темы! от вас тоска моя развеется!
Трепещут губы иронично, как земляничное желе...
«Индейцы — точно ананасы, и ананасы — как индейцы...»
Острит креолка, вспоминая о экзотической земле.
Градоначальница зевает, облокотясь на пианино,
И смотрит в окна, где истомно бредет хмелеющий Июль.
Вкруг золотеет паутина, как символ ленных пленов сплина,
И я, сравнив себя со всеми, люблю клуб дам не потому ль?..
«Every morning, summer morning, every summer, / If your day begins before the sunrise ends / You will notice, you will witness as a merry little drummer / Takes his maple drumsticks in his little hands. / You will notice, you will witness as a merry little drummer / Takes his maple drumstic...»
«Four winters, pal, we stood the grounds, / And now spring is back on track. / With war, we've settled all accounts, / Let's go home, pick up your sack. The war was slashing us and bending, / And now we have paid it back. / For four years mothers have been waiting, / Let's go home, pick ...»
«You are before him as a stalk lean, / He is before you — a wild beast. / Don't lure him with a smiling. / Hush, when he door knocking. When he thus forces to enter, / Stand behind the door, guarding: / May be you can inflaming / All the dry house and still. But if the rock is near, /...»
«But the nights are really absolutely stunning. / Only mother's restless worrying has grown: / Why must you go wandering, my honey, / On your own? On your own? / / I run from one end of April to the other. / Stars above me mellowed down, grew big as apples. / Nothing's wrong: I am on d...»