Listen! If stars are litIt means there is someone who needs it,It means someone wants them to be,That someone deems those specks of spitMagnificent!

On I’ll pass,dragging my huge love behind me.On whatfeverish night, deliria-ridden,by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so bigand by no one needed?

Lovefor usis no paradise of arbors —to uslove tells us, humming,that the stalled motorof the hearthas started to workagain.

Our planet is poorly equipped for delight.One must snatch gladness from the days that are.In this lifeit's not difficult to die.To make lifeis more difficult by far.

But Ihave tamedmyselfI have stompedon the throatof my own song

It must be a little love, - a baby, sort of,It shies away when the cars honk and hiss,But adores the bells on the horse-tram.

Я знаю силу слов я знаю слов набатОни не те которым рукоплещут ложиОт слов таких срываются гробашагать четверкою своих дубовых ножек.I know the sway of words, I know their warningsThey’re not those applauded from the boxesFrom words such as these coffins break free Striding forth on their four oaken legs.

My verse has brought me no roubles to spare: no craftsmen have made mahogany chairs for my house.