Tears... again these bitter tears,
For broken dreams that flew far away,
For dreaded sadness that nothing cheers,
For new darkness, that nothing keeps at bay.
What is to come? More such torment?
No, its enough... It is time to rest, let go,
And to forget the sounds of lament,
A heart is full and can stand it no more.
Who is singing in the shade of the birch tree?
The sounds are familiar — the tears again...
These tears are for my homeland and to me
They are full of longing, worry and pain.
I am in my beloved country; yet, my grave —
Heart languishes in tears, I weep...
Now it seems that only in a cold grave
I will be able to forget and find some sleep.
Слёзы… опять эти горькие слёзы,
Безотрадная грусть и печаль;
Снова мрак… и разбитые грёзы
Унеслись в бесконечную даль.
Что же дальше? Опять эти муки?
Нет, довольно… Пора отдохнуть
И забыть эти грустные звуки,
Уж и так истомилася грудь.
Кто поёт там под сенью берёзы?
Звуки будто знакомые мне —
Это слёзы опять… Это слёзы
И тоска по родной стороне.
Но ведь я же на родине милой,
А в слезах истомил свою грудь.
Эх… лишь, видно, в холодной могиле
Я забыться могу и заснуть.
«The night, the street, the lamp, the chemist's, / The silly light, so dim and grey... / You may live long, but all is senseless / Nothing will ever change. No way. You'll die, and start this cycle's double / All will recur just like before: / The night, the ripples of the channel, / The...»
«The street, the night, the lamp and snow, / The meaningless and dingy light. / It was the same ten years ago. / There's no way out, the same dark night. You'll die and start again, and still, / In thirty years, you'll look at it, / And see the canal, water still,...»
«About glory, valor, feats, and fame / I was forgetting in this sorrow place, / Until in front of me, in a'simple frame, / Stood on the table your enchanting face. But it has come, the day of loss and danger. / The sacred ring in the dark night I threw, / Your destiny was given to a stran...»
«I'm Hamlet. It makes curdle my blood, / When treachury is spinning webs, / And 'tis still living in my heart, / The first love, and the last, perhaps. You, my Ofelia, gleamed and / Has vanished in the freezing world, / And I, the prince, in th' fatherland, / Am dying stabbed b...»