Clear little stars, high bright stars,
What are you keeping to yourself?
What are you hiding? Stars, carrying
with you such deep thoughts, what is
this power you have to fill our souls?
Happy little stars, friendly little stars,
what makes you beautiful?
What gives you power?
How do you awake in us, stars without number
with your great strength, a burning curiosity?
And why, when you shine down on us,
do you beckon us to join you in the heavens?
Holding us close in your embrace
looking at us tenderly, caressing us!
Heavenly stars, you’re so far away.
Звездочки ясные, звезды высокие!
Что вы храните в себе, что скрываете?
Звезды, таящие мысли глубокие,
Силой какою вы душу пленяете?
Частые звездочки, звездочки тесные!
Что в вас прекрасного, что в вас могучего?
Чем увлекаете, звезды небесные,
Силу великую знания жгучего?
И почему так, когда вы сияете,
Маните в небо, в объятья широкие?
Смотрите нежно так, сердце ласкаете,
Звезды небесные, звезды далекие!
«Who am I? What am I? Just a dreamer / Looking for a ring of happiness in the dark, / Living this life as if by happenstance, / Just like others on earth. And I’m only kissing you out of habit, / Because I’ve kissed many, / And speaking words of love / As though I’m lighting matche...»
«Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. / My dear, you’re in my chest. / This preordained parting / promises a reunion ahead. Goodbye, my friend, without a hand, without a word. / Don’t be sad and don’t furrow your brow. / In this life, dying isn’t news, / Though living, of course, isn’t»
«The sleepy garden scatters beetles / Like bronze cinders from braziers. / Level with me and with my candle / There hangs a flowering universe. As if into a new religion / I cross the threshold of this night, / Where the grey decaying poplar / Has veiled the moon's bright edge from sight...»
«Like a belated gift, / Winter’s palpable to me: / and I’m in love with / it’s first uncertain sweep. It’s terror’s beautiful, / like the start of what’s dreadful: / even the ravens fearful / of its leafless circle. But most intense, fragile – / is its bulging blueness: ...»