I have brought you a bouquet,
Scarlet-red roses, poppies.
I'm not same in anything,
I'm the happy boy-madness.
I'll blow out a yellow candle —
It will be a flashlight pink.
And a golden diadem
I will wear like a king.
I'm a conqueror sleepy
Kingdoms, a mage. Is't full, King?
I'm a doctor that is healing
Without pills or medicines.
Why the medicines? Why pills too?
We will dance together, kid!
Now flies mounted on a chair
A completely empty bed.
Where he's from — it is my secret:
Serpent, red, will weave and hiss.
I am laughing, all are laughing.
I'm the happy boy-madness.
Алых роз и алых маков
Я принёс тебе букет.
Я ни в чём не одинаков,
Я — весёлый мальчик-бред.
Свечку жёлтую задую, —
Будет розовый фонарь.
Диадему золотую
Я надену, словно царь.
Полно, царь ли? Я волшебник,
Повелитель сонных царств,
Исцеляющий лечебник
Без пилюль и без лекарств.
Что лекарства! Что пилюли!
Будем, детка, танцевать!
Уж летит верхом на стуле
Опустевшая кровать.
Алый змей шуршит и вьётся,
А откуда, — мой секрет!
Я смеюсь, и всё смеётся.
Я — весёлый мальчик-бред!
«Wait for me and I’ll be back / Only wait for me, / When your sadness turns in black, / Yellow rains are free. / When the snows fall down like fate, / When there is a heat, / When the others cannot wait, / Don’t remember a bit. / Wait when from the far-far place / Letters cannot...»
«February. Get out the ink and weep! / Sob in February, sob and sing / While the wet snow rumbles in the street / And burns with the black spring. / / Take a cab. For a coin / Be carried through church bells, the chirp of tyres / To a place where the torrential rain / Is louder stil...»
«And I shall tell you at the end: / farewell, don’t pledge self to love, helpless. / I go mad, or just ascend / to the high echelon of madness. How had you loved? — You’d put aside / even the Death. But ‘tis not matter. / How had you loved? You’d done that right, / but you ...»
«No, tsarevich, it’s not I — / That you’re fancying in bliss, / Know, my lips just prophesy, / And no longer kiss. And it’s not because I’m tortured / Or by delirium swayed / That I conjure up misfortune: / It is just my trade. I can teach you this, as well, — / To achieve...»