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!
«Conquistador, set in the iron armor, / I gaily follow the outgoing star, / I go over precipices, harbors / And rest in joyful groves, so far. Oh, how wild and starless heaven's shelter! / The haze is growing, but, silent, I must wait. / Conquistador, in iron armor set, / I'll find my lo...»
«I am a conquistador in an iron armour, / And joyfully am following а star. / I pass over the gaps and oceans / And rest in blissful orchards — half ajar. How dimly in the skies the mist is growing / And makes the panorama starless, wild, / But I believe that I will find my love / I a...»
«To Anna Akhmatova With all asleep I from the house departed, / In bushes by the ditch was guide concealed. / Perhaps when morning came a search you started, / You were too late, for we were in the field. My guide was sallow, skeletal, bent over, / Oh, how I loved him – I was out of mind!...»
«On the black square of the Kremlin / the air is drunk with mutiny. / A shaky ‘peace’ is rocked by rebels, / the poplars puff seditiously. The wax faces of the cathedrals / and the dense forest of the bells / tell us — inside the stony rafters / a tongueless brigand is concealed. ...»