Above the church there are blue clouds,
A crows' cry...
And pass — the color of ash and sand —
Revolutionary troops... oh my
Blue-blooded, my kingly angst!
They don't have a face, don't have a name —
Nobody sings!
You got lost, the Kremlin ringing
In this banner forest full of wind.
Lie, Moscow, onto eternal sleep, and pray!
Над церко́вкой — голубые облака,
Крик вороний…
И проходят — цвета пепла и песка —
Революционные войска.
Ох ты барская, ты царская моя тоска!
Нету лиц у них и нет имён, —
Песен нету!
Заблудился ты, кремлёвский звон,
В этом ветреном лесу знамён.
Помолись, Москва, ложись, Москва, на вечный сон!
«The faded flag above the customs office, / The city in a yellow, murky veil. / My heart slows down, beating ever cautious, / And I feel pain each time that I inhale. To be a girl again, live in this coastal town, / Wear sandals on my feet, rejoice, / And heap my braids up high into a crow...»
«Her dry lips were tightly closed up. / Three thousand candles swayed. / Thus Princess Eudoxia lay atop / The scented, sapphire brocade. A tearless mother, bowing down, / Prayed to her for her blind son, / And a voiceless hysteric thrashed about / Lapping for air on the run. And he, who...»
«My youth was hard to endure. / With so much sorrow to bear. / How can a soul this poor / Be returned to You rich and fair? / A song of praise, long and elegant, / The flattering fate sings fervent. / Lord, Almighty! I’m negligent, / Always Your miserly servant. / Not a rose, not a ...»
«Sunlight filled the room with splendor, / Yellow wafting dust fell near. / I woke up and I remembered / That today’s your name day, dear. / For this reason, blizzard-swept / Distances turned warm and grand / And I, in sleeplessness, have slept / Like a pleased communicant.»