Перевод:
Предвестье печали зависло над нами навек...
Клубы дыма взлетают и меркнут в ночи.
Человек все мечтает о поле взращённом,
Просыпается утром - и всё исчезает.
Он болен идеей забытого рая
Во всей красоте - ничего он не знает...
Он намертво скован цепями из стали!..
Нет, слабо, нет, слабо...
И кровь стынет в жилах, бурлит от отчаянья.
Его бросило в дрожь и вон из сознания
И хватка ослабла в решающий миг,
Шаги замедлились.
Один мир! Душа в нём!
Времени река течёт!
И он молвит реке о забытой любви
И тишина отвечает ему на призыв
Темнейшим потоком мрачного моря
Печальные связи - вот что это есть.
Ветер сдувает преграды во мраке
И пыль с глаз моих, слепящую их!..
Лишь в полном молчаньи слова звучат громче
Лишь те, что однажды мы не сдержали...
Sorrow
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder than words,
Of promises broken
Translation:
The harbinger of sadness hung over us forever ...
Puffs of smoke take off and fade in the night.
A person dreams of a cultivated field,
Wakes up in the morning - and everything disappears.
He is sick with the idea of a forgotten paradise
In all its beauty - he does not know anything ...
He is tightly constrained by steel chains! ..
No, weak, no, weak ...
And the blood is crushed in the veins, seething with despair.
He was trembling and out of consciousness
And the grip weakened in the decisive moment,
The steps slowed down.
One world! The soul is in it!
The river is flowing!
And he promises the river about forgotten love
And the silence answers him to the call
The darkest stream of the gloomy sea
Sad ties - this is what it is.
The wind blows off the barriers in the darkness
And dust from my eyes, blinding them! ..
Only in complete silence the words sound louder
Only those that we did not hold back ...
Sorrow
The Sweet Smell of a Great Sorrow Lies Over The Land
Plums of Smoke Rise and Merge Into The Leaden Sky:
A man lies and dreams of Green Fields and Rivers,
But AWAKES to A Morning with No Reason for Waking
He's Haunted by the Memory of A Lost Paradise
In his youth or dream, he can't be procise
He's Chained Forever to a World's Departed
It "not enunch, it
HIS Blood Has Frozen & Curdled with Fright
HIS KNEES HAVE TREMBLED & Given Way in the Night
HIS HAND HAS Wekened at the Moment of Truth
HIS STEP HAS FALThed
One World, One Soul
Time Pass, The River Rolls
And he talks to the river of Lost Love and Dedication
And Silent Replies that Swirl Invitation
Flow Dark and Trubled to an Oily Sea
A grim intimate of What is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's pre -eyes, that blinds my sight
And Silence that Speaks So Much Louder than Words,
Of Promisses Broken
