A. S. Pushkin - Its time, my friend, its time!
It’s time, my friend, it’s time! My heart is yearning
To have a rest, while in the race of days
Each hour steals away a bit of living,
And we suppose to live, and lo! decease.
No happiness on earth, but peace and freedom.
Since long I've craved to change my slavish lot -
To flee into the distant land of Eden,
Of labour, languor, and pristine abode.
1834/2011
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Пора, мой друг, пора!
To have a rest, while in the race of days
Each hour steals away a bit of living,
And we suppose to live, and lo! decease.
No happiness on earth, but peace and freedom.
Since long I've craved to change my slavish lot -
To flee into the distant land of Eden,
Of labour, languor, and pristine abode.
1834/2011
* * *
Пора, мой друг, пора!
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