«Who didn't build homes with his hand / Does not merit the land. Who the homes did not build / The earth will not be: / Ash — Straw... I did not build the home.»
«Cradle, that is wound up in red! / Cradle, that is rocked by the rabble! / Soldiers' thunder — by the evening — past the temples.. / And beautiful grows up the kid. With the milk of Ryazan's wet nurse / He sucked in inheritance's goods: / Flag — and the tri-unity of God. / Russ...»
«I don't disturb, I do not sing / With a woman's poison. Hand / That is loyal I give to you — / Right one, that will hold the pen. That, with which I form the cross / In the beauty of the night. / That, with which the things that God / Did command to me I write. My left hand is daring...»
«Zu des alten Strauss Walzer zum ersten Mal / Wir hatten deinem ruhigen Gespräch zugehört, / Seitdem sind uns alle Lebewesen fremd / Und das Ticken der Uhr. Wir, wie du, gerne grüßen Sonnenuntergänge, / Und sind betrunken von der Nähe des Endes. / Alle, mit denen wir auf bessere Nä...»