The old words by Robert RozhdestvenskyThree words as if three lights to dazzleWill come to you at noon of day,Will come to you at midnight also,They'll be like the enormous Globe.As if the sail to someone's ship -Three word...

The song about ageby Robert Rozhdestvenskyto Vakhtang KikabidzeSo let my head would be such grey,I'm not afraid with cold winter.And that's not weight -My years, age.My years - are my wealth achievement.I was in a h...

They were leaving once my country, talented,Taking with them their honour state.Some of them - after the bad camp eating,The others - in few weeks beforehand.They were not the heroes -And you hardly could reveal from them: a hero?.....

Кого-то выбрасывает, как из вулкана, вверх -Камень летящий, лава спекающаяся - внизПолзущая... Кого-то вдувает в каньон - змеем свистящимВдоль, рекой рычащей - вниз по ущельюК океану...Кого-то превращает в ледышку - холод жестокий,...

It looks so simple -To find and to set all the words.But pitiful - this action's more random.And more painful...And the paper is lying -Not in a living, or dead state, though,As if it is awareOf your touch and show.But...

While I rememberby Robert RozhdestvenskyA moon has rised up in the sky again, The trolley buses are to go away.And as the happy winds I feel,That's - reminiscencies in window Are knocking loudly.The reminiscence of the old...

In late autumn from the empty harbour,From the snow-covered earthIn the determined navigationThe heavy ships are going forth.In black sky you mark featuresOf the elevating craneAbove water surfice, and a lantern'sRocking on...

Вообще-то лунатик на англ. яз. a sleepwalker, a somnabulist. Но уж совсем далеко от Луны...---A moon is raising up, she takes a vengeanceOn arrogance of her remote state.Unconsciously lunatics stretch their pale handsAnd follow...

With this peaceful happiness I've ended.And you - the comfort - is now late.Everywhere I here the notes, thatQuite nagging, which call for a desert.Life is deserted, homeless, fathomless...I have learned that since old, far times,...

There a grey-haired twilight falled On this pale town in spring.There a car sung, victoriously, In its horn, in distance. Look through the pale window glass,Nestling to it closely...Look. You have betrayed, at last,And lon...