«to Nikolai Gritsuk What happens to the many / who dream about it all, / when artist Pyrosmani / comes our of the wall? / / Out of simple settings / and boring livelihood, / he goes to sell his paintings / to buy himself some food. / / He’s thin and pale as ever, / but trie...»
«He who will dare our union mar / deserves e the most severe sentence, / I wouldn’t give a grey guitar / for his damned life and his repentance. / / So fervently the age intends / to knock us down with a feather... / Let’s join our hands my dear friends, / we won’t get lost, if...»
«to Y. Kim What can I do for you, grasshopper, dear, / when with your song of praise you get ahead? / It cures one of grief, just lend an ear, / just listen, and it will revive the dead. / / You touch a string, I wonder how you make it, / so that the chorus suddenly joins in, / myster...»
«After rain the sky / is so vast and clear / both the brass and dew / are as bright as day. / Sounds of flute and horn, / flowing, reach my ear, / the conductor is / up to fly away. / / Brass-bands of the past / in my heart resound, / not the war time bands, / but from peacef...»