«Springtime doesn’t always resemble joy. / And the sand is yellow not because of the sunlight. / Your weather-beaten skin exuded / The rays of buckwheat-colored fuzz. Near the sky-blue watering hole / Over the fields of prickly orache / We swore that we shall be two / And will never ev...»
«To Klyuev Now my love is not what it used to be. / Oh, I know, you are grieving, you are grieving / That the broom of the moon / Didn’t splash around the puddles of verses. Feeling sad and rejoicing at the star / That falls down onto your eyebrows / You have given the cabin a heart thr...»
«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.»