Like blood and sweat it is simple:
To people — tsar, to tsar — people.
Like mystery of two it is clear:
The third is the spirit, the two are near.
From the sky tsar is placed on the throne:
That is clear like dream and snow.
To the throne tsar will come again yet:
It is holy like blood and sweat.
Это просто, как кровь и пот:
Царь — народу, царю — народ.
Это ясно, как тайна двух:
Двое рядом, а третий — Дух.
Царь с небес на престол взведён:
Это чисто, как снег и сон.
Царь опять на престол взойдёт —
Это свято, как кровь и пот.
«They'll not exterminate you now, / As that mad leader dreamt they might. / Fate or God may lend a hand, / But the Russian man is tired... Tired of suffering, of vainglory — / It's time to enjoy oblivion. / Tired of rushing blindly forward — / It's time, perhaps, for demolition... ....»
«I imagine everything wrapped in a beatific mist: / Statues, arches, gardens, flowerbeds. / The dark waves of the lovely river... Once the memories start to flow, / it means ... But perhaps all this is nonsense. Like a wild beast from its lair, crouching, / Sick, I crawl into the cold of Pa...»
«Boiling up over the years, / A fury that drives on crazy, / Fury with the champions of freedom, / Fury with the adherents of the yoke, / Fury with the dregs and the toffs — / Different-colored specimens / Of the same "worldly wisdom", / With the world and with my native land. Fury? ...»
«Fog. The road I usually wander down / Unwinds before me. I do not / Expect much from the future... Nothing — to be precise. / I don't believe in God's mercy. / I don't believe in hellfires. Thus, stage by stage, do convicts straggle. / From prison camp to prison camp. / The lion exte...»