I’m sad, because I love you way too much to bear,
And I’m aware: the baleful rumor mill won’t spare
Your blooming youth. And soon your destiny will reckon
Your recompense for all blithe days for all sweet seconds.
With bitter tears and rueful sorrow you’ll repay.
I am sad, because you’re being jovial and gay.
Мне грустно, потому что я тебя люблю,
И знаю: молодость цветущую твою
Не пощадит молвы коварное гоненье.
За каждый светлый день иль сладкое мгновенье
Слезами и тоской заплатишь ты судьбе.
Мне грустно... потому что весело тебе.
«Every month you are entitled / To subscribe to a newspaper / Which is always a good helper / With the questions for the cattle. / / Godless squabbler, politician, / Radical or parasite, / Genius or stupid fright, / Fool, or person of ambition, / In the paper they can find / Any ...»
«Our ancestors, in cellars, / Used to whisper more than once: / "It's so hard... our kids, dear fellows, / Will be better off, perchance" / / They had grown, and, like fathers, / Got to cellars in hard times / Sighing: "Our kids will also / See the sunrise after us". / / Our onl...»
«You'd be always out / In villages around / Having fun at feasts / I'd be on my own, / In the wood or home, / Watching plants and trees. / / Girls were, sewing, spinning / Grannies played with children / I was all alone, / Gentle as a berry / Still as captive birdie / In a fl...»
«You are adorable / As you can be, / Your hand's as white / As snow to me. / You're unapproachable, / Far from the world, / The whole of you / Is unavoidable. / / You're unavoidable / Just like your grief, / your fingers, hands, / Which never lose their warmth, / The quiet ...»