113 - Our share of night to bear

Мы на себе несем
И ночь, и утро,
Платя сполна за всё
Ежеминутно.

Туман, просвет, разброд,
Блуждают звезды,
А там и день придет,
Но это позже.


Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.

Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards—day!