Silver bluebell, are you singing,
Or, perchance, my heart is dreaming?
Light from rosy icon flashes
Falling on my golden lashes.
Though I'm not that gentle infant
in the flapping splash of pigeons,
Yet my dreams are sweet and distant,
Somewhere in the woodland regions.
I don't need the narrow house,
Word and mystery won't welcome.
Teach me, please, to dream and drowse,
Fall asleep and never waken.
Колокольчик среброзвонный,
Ты поёшь? Иль сердцу снится?
Свет от розовой иконы
На златых моих ресницах.
Пусть не я тот нежный отрок
В голубином крыльев плеске,
Сон мой радостен и кроток
О нездешнем перелеске.
Мне не нужен вздох могилы,
Слову с тайной не обняться.
Научи, чтоб можно было
Никогда не просыпаться.
«To rule troika and guitar / Means: to rule each over / Woman, means: with old beer / To circle overhead! / O handsome one! Halfbreed! / Who baptized you? In what font? / All the gypsy snowstorms / Opened up your vest / O the brave guitarist! / Eh, I fear - your strings and hollows...»
«That same youth, and these same holes, / And the same nights at the fire... / Sister of your own guitar / Is my divine, holy lyre. To circle souls just like a snowstorm — / One is the gift that us befalls. / Into my sleeping crib is lowered / This title: Stealer of souls! Breaking t...»
«I wrote on paled leaves of the fan / And on the board of slate / And on the river and sea sand, / On glass with a ring and on ice with skates — And on the trunks, a hundred winters old, / And in the end — that everyone would know / That you are loved! Loved! Loved! Loved! — / I s...»
«I desire no love and no honor: / They intoxicate — no falling away! / I don't even desire an apple / Tempting — from hawker's tray.. Something drags behind me like chain, / Soon the thunder will sound in the sky... How I desire — / Oh how I desire — / Very quietly simply to di»