I love your sorrow as the music goes,
Your smile is similar to tears enlightened,
here is the smell of a December rose,
and here's the sound of glass in fighting.
Как музыку, люблю твою печаль,
Улыбку, так похожую на слезы, —
Вот так звенит надтреснутый хрусталь,
Вот так декабрьские благоухают розы.
«Nothing is changed: against the dining-room windows / hard grains of whirling snow still beat. / I am what I was, / but a man came to me. "What do you want?" I asked. / "To be with you in hell," he said. / I laughed. "It's plain you mean / to have us both destroyed." He lifted his thi...»
«Here birds don’t ever sing, / Here trees are scarce in spring / And we alone grow into earth, / Shoulder to shoulder linked. The planet spins and smolders, heated, / Through smoke, we watch our country burn. / This means at last one victory is needed, / Just one for all of us. The pri...»
«While the earth is turning, / Before the light goes black, / Goodness, give the people / Whatever they may lack: / A mind to the wise one, / The wimp — a horse to flee, / Give money to the happy one… / And also think of me. While the earth is turnin...»
«As long, as the earth keeps turning, / As long, as the sun is above, / Almighty, please give to all of us / The things that we do not have: / / Grant a mind to the wise man, / The coward, grant him a horse, / The happy, let him have money, / And don't forget truly yours. / / So...»