Ah, hell, what a blizzard!
It’s hammering white nails into the roof.
But I’m not afraid — it’s in my fate
That my hapless heart nails me to you.
Ах, метель такая, просто чёрт возьми!
Забивает крышу белыми гвоздьми.
Только мне не страшно, и в моей судьбе
Непутёвым сердцем я прибит к тебе.
«Let vain excitement’s shrine be covered with new grasses. / And let the waxen hand be in the grave forgot. / Naught but confusion will be all my life that passes / With you, it seems, and anguished longing all my lot No, not for those alas I to whom, so undeserving, / I did in jealous car...»
«God, who created me from sodden clay. / Has from the earth not set me free. / All that my earth, its dales and peaks display. / As my own self, is dear to me. When to a distant road my glances flit, / It seems to me I understand / All rolling wheels, all stones and steps on it. / As if ...»
«Inside a jar with painted flowers / A surly servant carries wine. / In skies above the darkness lowers, / The road is rough and no stars shine. / With straining eyes to guide his going. / He peers into the darkness dim. / Lest the wine flood and overflowing / Drip down and soak his bre...»
«She was in a village by a forest side. / She knocked at the doors and loudly she cried... / It was growing dark; she was terrified. / The grim doors were shut, and entrance was denied. For a long, long time she wandered far and wide. / Oh lonely it was in the darkness to abide / With grim...»