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!
«Two wires are wrapped together, / The loose ends naked, exposed / A yes and no, not united, / Not united, but juxtaposed. / A dark, dark juxtaposition — / So close together, dead. / But resurrection awaits them; / And they await what waits ahead. / End will meet end in touching / ...»
«On the ocean bottom, stretching underwater, The plants wiggle their pale tendrils and leaves, They reach out, growing like the silent phantoms That sick minds in profound dark conceive. Their quiet solitude bears down, oppressive. They reach for higher worlds, beyond the known, They long f...»
«He’s standing there, beside the glowing furnace, A small man, probably older than you’d think. His gaze is peaceful, seems almost submissive From the way his reddened eyelids blink. All his workmates have knocked off — they’re sleeping But he’s still working, showing what he’s w...»
«‘Tis bliss for him, friends of my life, / Who’s not ill with a silly passion, / Who has not time to fall in love, / Who’s all in all and satisfaction, / His sadness never can him find, / His funs are really the endless, / He wrought a harem in his mind, / And there enjoys it wit...»