You won't chase me away anytime:
They don't push away the spring!
With a finger you won't push me away:
I too tenderly sing before sleep!
Never will you make me glorious:
Water for lips is my name!
You will never leave me either:
Door is open, empty is your home!
Ты меня никогда не прогонишь:
Не отталкивают весну!
Ты меня и перстом не тронешь:
Слишком нежно пою ко сну!
Ты меня никогда не ославишь:
Моё имя — вода для уст!
Ты меня никогда не оставишь:
Дверь открыта, и дом твой — пуст!
«Don’t distort your smile, away with teasing hands — / For I love another — off with your demands. Tell the truth, you know it — know it very well — / My regard’s not yours — another’s cast her spell. Passer-by I was. My heart’s not really here — / Only loitered then th...»
«On distant place my dreams are set / Where all can hear the cries and sobbing, / To share in alien sorrow’s net / And anguished grieving’s painful throbbing. For there, I’m sure that I can find / Delight in life and exaltation, / And there, escaping fortune’s bind, / I’ll cast...»
«I’m tired of life in my own land, / The boredom of the fields’ expanses, / I’m going to quit my cabin and / Like tramp or thief I’ll take my chances. I’ll chase the cloudy trails of day / In search of mean accommodation — / With knife in bootleg as I stray / That pal has str...»
«The winter sings — aloud it yells, / The pine tree with its hundred bells / lulls shaggy forest and / around it all the rain-drenched clouds / Are sadly mounting in their crowds / To float to distant land. And in the yard a blizzard spreads / Its lovely silken carpet’s threads, / ...»