Sergey Esenin
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Sergei Jessenin (deutsch)
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«I drink to the ruined house, / To the evil of my life, / To our shared loneliness / And I drink to you — / To the lie of lips that betrayed me, / To the deadly coldness of the eyes, / To the fact that the world is cruel and depraved, / To the fact that God did not save.»
«We do not know how to say goodbye. / Shoulder to shoulder, we walk and walk. / Already it is dusk, and I / m silent, while you are lost in thought. Let's go into this church. What will we see? / A baptism, wedding, burial-service. / Without looking at each other, we shall leave / Why i...»
«First, as a serpent, it’ll cast its spell / Next to your heart, curled up. / Then, it’ll come as a dove, as well, / Cooing for days, nonstop. / In the frost, it’ll show itself curtly, / Or in the drowsing field of carnations... / To escort you covertly and firmly / Away from all ...»
«C’est parfois un serpent magicien, / Lové près de ton cœur. / C’est parfois un pigeon qui roucoule, / Sur la fenêtre blanche. C’est parfois sous le givre qui brille / La vision d’une fleur. / Mais mène, en secret, à coup sur, / Loin de la joie tranquille. Il sait pleurer ...»