Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
My dear, you are in my heart.
This predestined parting
Promises a meeting in time to come.
Goodbye, my friend, without a hand, without a word,
Don’t be sad and furrow your brow in sorrow, —
To die in this life is not new,
But to live, of course, is hardly newer.
До свиданья, друг мой, до свиданья.
Милый мой, ты у меня в груди.
Предназначенное расставанье
Обещает встречу впереди.
До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова,
Не грусти и не печаль бровей, —
В этой жизни умирать не ново,
Но и жить, конечно, не новей.
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«A year will come — for Russia a black year — / When the crown so many tsars have worn, will fall; / The mob will lose the love it had for them, / And multitudes will feed on blood and death. / The law, thrown over, will no longer shield / The little children and the chaste young wives;...»
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