Sergey Esenin
- Song about Bread, by Don Mager
(This gives sense to our human life of pain...)
Sergei Jessenin (deutsch)
- Das Lied vom Getreide, Eric Boerner
(Die wilde Grausamkeit kommt neu zu Ehren...)
«To rock a cradle this morning in May? / Proud neck in lasso, like some? / Distaff to jailbird, to herder — a shawn, / To me — a drum. Role of a woman's not dear to me: / I fear not wounds, but boredom. / Gives to me everything — honor and might — / This my drum. So many count...»
«Clear morning is not hot, lightly / You run through the meadow. / Down the Oka pulls a barge, / Very slow. Several words without willing / You are repeating still. / Somewhere in the field is ringing / Weakly the bell. Ring in the field? On the meadow? / Are they going to the prayer...»
«To melt all, that the people forget all, / Like a candle or molten snow? / Be a handful of dust in the future / Under cross of a grave? I say no! Every moment, from anguish concussing, / I return to the same once again: / Die forever! Did for this the fortune / Give me all things to und...»
«You walk, looking just like me, / Lowering your eyes. / I lowered them also! / Stop, passerby! Read - having gathered a bouquet / Of many flowers — / That my name was Marina / And how old I was. Don't think I'll appear with menace, / That a grave here is hidden... / I loved to la...»