Ocean blue jersey and the eyes dark blue.
To my sweatheart, really, told I no truth.
She asked, "If the blizzard whirling outside?
It's time to make the bed now and the fire to light.
And I answered, "Darling, someone, from the hight,
Is sheding the white flowers to enjoy the sight.
Yes, you light the fire and you make the bed,
Without you my darling, my heart is snowy sad."
Голубая кофта. Синие глаза.
Никакой я правды милой не сказал.
Милая спросила: «Крутит ли метель?
Затопить бы печку, постелить постель».
Я ответил милой: «Нынче с высоты
Кто-то осыпает белые цветы.
Затопи ты печку, постели постель,
У меня на сердце без тебя метель».
«The green reflection in the glass door. / Automobiles hum below. / I don't think about my homeland. / Why should I? They killed her. You, of course, will reproach me / For this, for not thinking. / But I only wait for three days to pass: / She will be resurrected in new flesh.»
«Until death itself... Who would have thought? / (A sleigh at the doorstep, wind, snow) / I know, I know. But how could one think / That this is until death? Completely? Forever? Be silent, be silent, we don't need hope / (Evening, wind, snow, houses...)...»
«Your sad star / Was briefly my joy: / It sparkled and fell / To the earth, a dark stone. Your sad soul / Did not dare to love a smile, / And rushing from me, / It put on a black shroud. But I joined my fate / To yours forever, in one hope: / Wherever you are, I am with you, / And...»
«No, I will not be reconciled. / My curses are the truth. / I'll not forgive, I will not fall / Into embrace of iron. Like all who live I'll die, I'll kill, / Like all, destroy myself. / But I will never stain my soul / With justifying war. In my last hour, in murk and fire, / Let my ...»