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…
«In every church bell there is spite / In every red ribbon there is fire / In every young woman shivering / In every young man his own steed.»
«I love at times to look out the window / And to observe other people's concerns. / I love at times to look out the window / And through this leave behind my work. For a long time I stare very intently / Into the face of a young Jewish girl / Seeking to decipher in her expressions / The ...»
«I thought of eagles for a long time / and understood such a whole lot: / the eagles soar above the clouds, / they fly and fly and touch no one. / They live on cliffs and on mountains / and are intimate with water sprites, / I thought a long time about eagles / but confused them, I thi...»
«Ivan Ivanych Samovar — / A pot-bellied samovar, / A three-bucket samovar. / There inside him boiled water, / Puffed with steam that boiling water, / In the fury boiling water / Into cups pour'd through the tap, / Through the hole, then the tap, / And to cups right through the tap. ...»