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Я бреду по улицам пьяного города,
Вы меня не просили остаться.
Я бреду по улицам сумасшедшего города,
Холодных стен перестала бояться.

I have a terrible cold,
And everyone knows how terrible
Alter the whole system of the universe,
Set us against life,

A pity it is evening, yetI do love the water of this springseeing how clear it is, how clean;rays of sunset gleam on it,lighting up its ripples, making itone with those who travelthe roads;
I turn and facethe moon; sing it a song, thenlisten ...

Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of
On trees and roads and hills and all That can no longer feel
But the carp is in its depth Like a planet in its heaven
And the badger in its bedding Like a loaf in the oven...

This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark And cold to an orchard so young in the bark Reminds me of all that can happen to harm An orchard away at the end of the farm All winter, cut off by a hill from the house
I don't want it girdled by ...

Through these pale cold days What dark faces burn Out of three thousand years, And their wild eyes yearn, While underneath their brows Like waifs their spirits grope For the pools of Hebron again— For Lebanon's summer slope
They leave these b...

A woman who my mother
Came in and took off all her clothes
Said I, not being very old,'By golly gosh, you must be cold
''No, no

Cold night: the wild duck,sick, falls from the sky    and sleeps awhile
Translated by Robert Hass

I
The cold earth slept below; Above the cold sky shone; And all around, With a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow The breath of night like death did flow Beneath the sinking moon
II
The wintry hedge was black; The ...

In the cold change which time hath wrought on love (The snowy winter of his summer prime),
Should a chance sigh or sudden tear-drop move Thy heart to memory of the olden time;
Turn not to gaze on me with pitying eyes,
Nor mock me wi...

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted gold