The city took off its wintery things.
The snows turned slobbery.
Spring has come again,
foolish and loose-tongued
as an army cadet.
Город зимнее снял.
Снега распустили слюнки.
Опять пришла весна,
глупа и болтлива, как юнкер.
«Wait for me, I will return. / Wait for all you’re worth. / Wait, when sulphurous rains they burn / Snuffing out all mirth, / Wait, as drifting snow it drops, / Wait, when heat’s too much. / Wait, when wait for others stops, / Past has lost its clutch. / Wait, when from that dista...»
«Wait for me, and I'll be back, / Should you wait me strong. / Wait for me when sky is black / And the sun has gone, Wait for me when it is cold, / And when it is hot, / Wait for me when others don't, / 'Cause they just forgot. Wait in case you don't receive / Letters from the front, ...»
«Wait for me, I'l be back / Wait with all your strength / Wait when the rains of sorrow / Cover the skies. / Wait when snow is freezing, / Wait when the sun is burning. / Wait, when no one else is waiting any more, / Even if you forget the past, full of memories / Even if you don't he...»
«For a hundred days grenades have been piercing / The bloodstained Malakhov hill.1 / And the red-haired British soldiers / Are storming it, marching to a harsh drum’s beat. And the fortress, Petropavlovsk-on-Kamchatka, / Is submerged in peaceful, normal sleep. / A lieutenant with a limp,...»