When your voice I hear
So tenderly ringing,
Like a captive bird
I wake with a song.
When your glance I meet,
In your azure eyes,
My soul arises
With a longing for you.
I fain would weep
In my happiness:
Oh to hold you, dear,
Close to my heart!
Слышу ли голос твой
Звонкий и ласковый,
Как птичка в клетке,
Сердце запрыгает;
Встречу ль глаза твои
Лазурно-глубокие,
Душа им навстречу
Из груди просится,
И как-то весело,
И хочется плакать,
И так на шею бы
Тебе я кинулся.
«I can’t submit myself to man. / Who’d choose to be a slave? / We judge each other all life long — / and then? A lonely grave. I can’t submit myself to God, / because I love Him so. / For God has set me on this road — / where else am I to go? I tear the nets that bind mankind ...»
«No, I will never make my peace. / There’s truth in all my curses. / I won’t forgive, won’t throw myself / into the iron embraces. Like everyone, I’ll die, I’ll kill — / ruin myself, like everyone — / but I refuse to stain my soul / by justifying what goes on. When death i...»
«For many days along the river Ocean / With open sail, towards the blurry East / To predetermined land we are in motion, / The singing waves get tired in the mist. The eye of ending day is peeping crimson / And now far away we see the sight / Of sleeping land. And shading to horizon / Th...»
«The scarlet of the dawn has woven on the lake. / In the pine forest the wood grouse are crying with ringing. There is an oriole crying somewhere, having hidden in the hollow. / But only I cannot cry — it is light on my soul. I know, by evening you'll come out by the ring of roads, / We'll ...»