“Everything’s the same old way,” she said tenderly:
“The same old way.”
But I gazed hopelessly into her eyes,
The same old way.
Smiling, she kissed me softly
The same old way,
But something still was missing there,
The same old way.
«Всё по–старому... — сказала нежно.
Всё по–старому...»
Но смотрел я в очи безнадежно —
Всё по–старому...
Улыбалась, мягко целовала —
Всё по–старому...
Но чего–то все недоставало —
Всё по–старому!..
«Into this chasm, many fell, / It’s gaping wide! / My time will come and I, as well, / Will go one night. And all that struggled, shone, rejoiced / Will be ensnared — / My emerald eyes, my gentle voice, / My golden hair. Your daily bread will come. You’ll live / Without a pause....»
«The august day was softly fleeting / Into the twilight’s golden dust. / The noisy streetcars passed by, speeding. / And people passed. With no intention, absent-minded, / I took the quiet street, alone, / And church-bells sang somewhere behind me / Their quiet song. I thought of you ...»
«I never think or argue, or whine to any one. / I do not sleep. / I strive for neither sea, nor moon, nor sun, / Nor for the ship. I don’t perceive the warmth indoors or / The greenery of grass. / I don’t await the gift I wished for / To come at last. Neither the morning nor the str...»
«Beneath the plush plaid’s sweet caresses, / I piece together last night’s dream. / Who’s been defeated? — Who’s successful? — / What has it been? Rethinking everything once more, / I’m tortured and the pain persists. / In this, for which I know no word, / Did love exist? ...»