In impenetrable autumn, the fires are dimmed,
And cold splashes are flying;
In impenetrable autumn, the fires are dimmed.
They only gild the wheels’ tracks.
In impenetrable autumn, the fires are dimmed,
But the poisoned fumes are dimmer;
In impenetrable autumn we are together, alone,
But our wrung hearts are silent...
You will take an untouched goblet from my lips,
Because the fires are dimmed...
В непроглядную осень туманны огни,
И холодные брызги летят,
В непроглядную осень туманны огни,
Только след от колес золотят,
В непроглядную осень туманны огни,
Но туманней отравленный чад,
В непроглядную осень мы вместе, одни,
Но сердца наши, сжавшись, молчат…
Ты от губ моих кубок возьмешь непочат,
Потому что туманны огни…
«Persons, people, and the years1 / Run away forever more / Like the river past the shore. / Nature’s supple glass reveals / Stars — a net, the fishes — we, / Gods — the figments in the deep. ____ / 1. The poem invites comparison with Gavriil Derzhavin’s well-known "The river of...»
«I need but little! A crust of bread / and just a drop of mild / sky overhead, / these clouds above the hill!»
«Hey, you sharp little con men! / The wind is in your head. / In Pugachovian sheepskins / Down Moscow’s streets I tread. / It wasn’t for this we had / The great truth on our side, / So in sables and trotters / All these mockers could ride. / It wasn’t for this the foe / Poured...»
«Once again, once again, / I’m for you / A star. / Woe to the sailor who sets / His ship on a wrong course / By a star: / He will break up on the rocks, On an underwater sandbar. / Woe then to you when you set / Your heart on a wrong course by me: / You will break up on the rocks...»