«There’s crazy happiness in friendship. / And the convulsion of wild passions — / The fire melts the body down / As if it were a stearine candle. Oh my beloved! give me your hands — / I’m not used to doing it any other way — / I want to wash them at this time of parting / With ...»
«Dir ist mit mir langweilig, / mir ist mit dir doch – nicht, / als ‘ne Person bist einzig. / Mehr gibt es nicht, wie dich. Sie werden angefertigt / Sehr wenig, nur fünf Stück, / dem Sputnik sind gleichwertig, / der sich im Kosmos rückt.»
«You loose your darling only once, / And never find his trace on planet. / And he was so close before, / But, he had left, and darkness settles. And even if he left at day, / This does not matter any longer. / Let’s get him back, before too late, / Before he reached his final road. Y...»
«Unto loss of yours or gain, / Simple is the truth: / Never go down memory lane / To the days of youth. Although past ruins may seem fine / To your careful eye, / What we seek we won’t divine, / Neither you, nor I. I’d prohibit in the end / Trips to times of yore, / And I ask yo...»