O, pitiful exertions of usurpers!
Like sleep, like snow, like death, to all — a shrine.
A ban on Kremlin! There's no ban on wings, and
Therefore — there is no ban upon Kremlin.
...О, самозванцев жалкие усилья!
Как сон, как снег, как смерть — святыни — всем.
Запрет на Кремль? Запрета нет на крылья!
И потому — запрета нет на Кремль!
«Monster war, take a look at your handiwork: / In our courtyards the silence is keen. / Our young boys have grown serious suddenly. / All at once, much too soon, they are men. / We got barely a glimpse of the somber eyes / When as soldiers they left, one by one. / It's time for goodb...»
«We've a doorway with a staircase, / Also known as a "back door". / In that place as in a palace / A black cat has set up store. There's a smirk beneath his whiskers, / Darkness fits him like a glove. / Other cats are coy or frisky, / This black cat won't make a move. As his leer ge...»
«All along the Smolensk Road trees rise and rise and rise. / All along the Smolensk Road posts stand mid trees, mid trees. / Just above the Smolensk Road I think those are your eyes: / Two cold evening stars, my two blue destinies. All along the Smolensk Road the snow slaps face, slaps face...»
«(The Little Orchestra of Hope) When all at once, the sound of trumpets / Still faint, commands a fierce grip, / When sudden words like midnight falcons / Swoop down from the fevered lips, / When melody bursts out, unbidden, / It wanders side by side with men: / The little orchestra ...»