Under such blows
your narrow shoulders will redden
and flame, even in the snow.
Your childlike hands
will lift up irons
and weave the heaviest ropes.
Barefoot on glass
your slight feet will go,
barefoot on glass in the blooded sand.
And I will bum for you
like a black candle
(a black candle). I shall not dare pray.
Твоим узким плечам под бичами краснеть,
Под бичами краснеть, на морозе гореть.
Твоим детским рукам утюги поднимать,
Утюги поднимать да веревки вязать.
Твоим нежным ногам по стеклу босиком,
По стеклу босиком да кровавым песком…
Ну, а мне за тебя черной свечкой гореть,
Черной свечкой гореть да молиться не сметь.
«To Vl. Motyl As a child, I was convinced / that from all conditions / Potion of the Danish Prince / is the most efficient. / And that faith is burning since / brighter every year... / Potion of the Danish Prince / Savor, cavalier! Potion of this Prince or King / is as sweet as cand...»
«They're yet to be fitted, your veil and your gown, / And chanters to bless us for life, / But hurries time — dare-driver renowned! — / And horses are eager to fly. If only the ding-bells were angels safeguarding, / The sleigh were by tracks to abide! / Two buddies forever, devotion an...»
«Every morning, summer morning, every summer, / If your day begins before the sunrise ends / You will notice, you will witness as a merry little drummer / Takes his maple drumsticks in his little hands. / You will notice, you will witness as a merry little drummer / Takes his maple drumstic...»
«Four winters, pal, we stood the grounds, / And now spring is back on track. / With war, we've settled all accounts, / Let's go home, pick up your sack. The war was slashing us and bending, / And now we have paid it back. / For four years mothers have been waiting, / Let's go home, pick ...»