In the ocean of air,Without helm or any sail,So quietly are floatingPlanets - a choir celestial.There amidst the vast fields rambling,In the skies without trace,Fibrous flocks of clouds gentle,Imperceptible in race.And the...

The song of Geratshenkofrom the play "The last parade"by Vladimir VysotskyThere're the instrument and darting eye...That way the work is effective.But I do know about you so much,That it's disgusting to look at....

In Parisby Marina TsvetaevaThe houses are close to sky,And sky is lower to earth - attraction?In great and joyful Paris townI feel the same and secret anguish.The boulevards keep noise in evening,The last ray of the sun...

Так остро было горе,как и языки от пламени горящего.Внутри же - дикий страх, как у животныхперед пыткой страшною.И только осознав такую боль,что в сердце притаилась жалом,Склонила голову свою...Как будто бы сухая моль...

DemonBy Alexander BlokFollow, follow me - as a slave,Resigned and faithful.I'll fly with you on the mountain ridge flashedWith confidence.I'll carry you above the chasm,Teasing you with its bottomless depth.Your hor...

Автор?????By unknown authorThere's no worser time, than waiting...There's no better time, than to believe.And in the middle - to be hangingIn question: may be I'll succeed?There's no worser time, than waiting...To f...

Свободный переводИ вот уж семь часов и все пятнадцать дней прошли...И что же делать мне? Я - на краю... земли...Смотрю на океан, что смыл тебя волной,Весь день, всю ночь - и где найти покой?Да, я свободна! Я - парю, как птица,Л...

The firtive time with a delicate skill carries,Creates the fairy light holiday for eyes,But takes away in costant round racingAll, that were pleasing and enjoying us.The hours' and days' impetuous flowLeads summer to the winter col...

Look for the cruel hand of old winter,Which is the visitor of your exciteful garden,Before you pick all flowers and fit themInto the glass with the early spring's odour.As man, who gathered real contributionOf all his work with a p...

Voice from Choirby Alexander BlokHow often we do cry - so we and I -For the miserable, poor our life!Oh, how you'd foreseen the future dark,The coldness of days, friends mine!Now you are pressing hands of dear girl,And...