If a tall story suddenly came to life, I
Would place a candle in the window. Come
In... We are not going to share, I
Want to give all happiness to you!
You will come even to a voice of
Sadness, because you are bright and
Tender, because the lilac and the
Moon once promised you to me.
But... there are certain moments when
It is terrible and empty in one’s breast...
I am oppressed — and silent and bowed...
I wish to be alone... Go away!
Если б вдруг ожила небылица,
На окно я поставлю свечу,
Приходи… Мы не будем делиться,
Все отдать тебе счастье хочу!
Ты придешь и на голос печали
Потому что светла и нежна,
Потому что тебя обещали
Мне когда-то сирень и луна.
Но… бывают такие минуты,
Когда страшно и пусто в груди…
Я тяжел — и, немой и согнутый…
Я хочу быть один… уходи!
«All of men are choosing for themselves / Girl of dream, religion and own road, / And to serve to devil or (and) prophet / Every man is choosing for himself. All of men are choosing for themselves / Word for love as well as word for prayer, / Duel’ sword as well as sword for battle / E...»
«Eyelashes, eyelashes / Bowing down. / With the shame of eyelashes / Eclipsed — suns in the arrows' crown! / How clear and how loud! / And his cloak was red / And white was his stallion. Embarrassed is the rider, / Proud is the stallion. / On the dead serpent / The whitest stalli...»
«O heaviness of success! / Slight of victory! / George, you cry, / Like a beautiful lady / You pale at the deed / Of your two / Suddenly alien to you / Hands. Horse is squeamish of the serpent, / You are squeamish of the voice / Of victory. Like heavy oil / The blood pours. / T...»
«Celestial glow / And blue versts! / Glory George / The Victorious! Pearly branches / Of midnight, proclaim / The clean youth / The marvelous man: His fiery mantle, / His spear's song / Glory the blood-boiling / Stallion. = = = O great masts / And each proud village! / Glor...»