I'm a bold and gallant rider
With a bold and gallant steed.
On with saddle.
On with bridle,
One-two-three, and off we speed.
I never eat
Till my horse is fed.
It goes to sleep
Then I go to bed.
By day I lead my horse about.
By night I mount and gallop out.
We race along in clouds of dust —
My horse is worth its hay,
And all the lorries, trams and cars
Stop still and give us way.
Я сам проворен и удал,
И конь мой весь в меня.
Я сам взнуздал,
И оседлал,
И покатил коня.
Я сам поем —
И конь мой сыт.
Я спать ложусь —
И конь мой спит.
Я целый день вожу коня,
А ночью конь везет меня.
Во весь опор, взметая пыль,
Несется он вперед,
И легковой автомобиль
Дорогу нам дает.
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«For centuries, God promises us bliss! / With you forever! – The answer flies. / But hope is shattered. And passion dies. / There is no happiness, eternity, or God. But there are clouds in the sky above, / The empty rocks, the shining ice, / And still no name... to boredom and to grief...»
«It happens: no oblivion, no dreams, / The near shadows are roaming in the mist, / Whether you argue or you don’t, no doubts, / “Death and time are reigning on this earth”. Death and time. Suffering – we’ll add. / ...But by the morning, all of a sudden, with no cause, / With grie...»
«A window, a dawn, ... as shadows, are barely seen / Two chairs, a bookshelf on the wall. / Did I wake up? Or the ethereal lilac’s smell / I fancied in my dream? Or this is through the grieving parting, / Through those dim and smoky clouds, / A shadow is reaching out / And smiles from ...»