Oh, the unconquerable heaviness
Of these waters silenced
Behind centuries-old dams!
Oh Lord! It’s still the same, it’s hard for me
With my heart full to overflowing,
And a muse who’s un-talkative.
О, этих вод обезмолвленных
За вековыми запрудами
Тяжесть непреодолимая!
Господи! Так же мне! Трудно мне
С сердцем моим переполненным,
С Музой несловоохотливой.
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