They christened us in the same tub,
They wed us with the same wreath,
They tortured us in the same jail,
They branded us with the same iron.
They will build us the same house.
They will cover us with the same mound.
Крестили нас — в одном чану,
Венчали нас — одним венцом,
Томили нас — в одном плену,
Клеймили нас — одним клеймом.
Поставят нам — единый дом.
Прикроют нас — одним холмом.
«Don’t berate me! It just so happens — / I'm no type to sell words off-rack. / Golden head of mine, growing heavy, / Has reclined altogether back. Neither town nor the country endear me: / That my love should have still been true! / I’ll quit everything. Grow a beard, / And move of...»
«I will not deceive myself, admitting / I have worries in my heart, so dreary. / Why am I reputed as a cheating / Crook and trouble-maker, really? / / I am not a villain nor a thief in hiding, / And I never shot imprisoned convicts. / I am just a thoughtless idler, smiling / Friendl...»
«They carouse, fight and sob again ‘ere / To harmonika’s yellowish rues. / They bad-mouth again their failures, / Reminiscing the Muscovy Russ. I myself, engrossed head over ears, / Am diluting my eyes with hard drinks / So as never to notice the lethal, / And to dream about differe...»
«Sing, old man, to the bloody guitar, and / Let your fingers show natural bent. / I would choke in this drunken enchantment / You"re my last and my only friend. / / Don"t you look at her wrist and the blooming / Silky shawl hanging down her head. / I was looking for joy in this woman ...»