You lost your Russia. 'Tis the end.
Did you oppose an element
Of bliss to one of evil and dark?
No? Then shut up! Missing the mark,
Your fate has sent you to a land
Cold, not affectionate, foreign, and
Your moans and sighs there in vain.
Russia 's not free. One has to gain...
Ты потерял свою Россию.
Противоставил ли стихию
Добра стихии мрачной зла?
Нет? Так умолкни: увела
Тебя судьба не без причины
В края неласковой чужбины.
Что толку охать и тужить —
Россию нужно заслужить!
«Blizzard with a darkness covers / All the sky and wheels in whirls, / As a beast it hardly groans, / As a baby – cries in turn, / Or is rustling with a thatch old / On the roof without mind, / Or is knocking door and window / As a traveller, late to come. Our decrepit hut old / Is...»
«Blizzard covers skies with dark mist / swirling snowy whirlwinds; / either howls like a wild beast / or reminds the cry of kids; / cracks by rotten thatch with anger / on the old roof in a fuss, / or as a belated stranger / knocks at window to us. This old hut sank into sadness / an...»
«The storm covers skies in darkness, / Spinning snowy whirlwinds tight, / Now it wails like a beast wildest, / Now it cries like a week child, / Now suddenly it rustles / The old roof’s dry thatching mass, / Now, a traveller, late and gusty, / It knocks at our window’s glass. Our h...»
«Three apples. They’re beloved of tradition, / Three symbols of rebellion here on earth, / In ancient garden, knowing new fruition, / They burn beneath dreams’ gusting trembles’ birth. O you, primeval woman’s fatal apple! / You tore the light of Eden from her eyes, / Upon us sheddi...»