«A painted autumn, year's eclipse, / Smiles at me kindly from above. / But a thin pane now splits / The world around me in half. Yet outsides is seen plain / In backwards I will hardly go. / I`m still with you but in the train / I`m still at home but on the road.»
«Багряна осінь — вечір року — / Ще посміхається світло. / Та між природою і оком / Вже виникло тоненьке скло. Ще весь цей світ — як на долоні, / Але назад мені не йт»
«Winter approaches. And once again / The secret retreat of some bear / Will vanish under impassible mud / To a tearful child's despair. Little huts will awaken in lakes / Reflecting their smoke like a path. / Encircled by autumn's cold slush, / Life-lovers will meet by the heath. Inhabi...»
«Winter nears. Once more / the bear’s secret retreat / will vanish under mud’s floor, / to a child’s fretful grief. Huts will wake in the water, / reflecting paths of smoke, / circled by autumn’s tremor / lovers meet by the fire to talk. Denizens of the harsh North / whose roo...»