За гремучую доблесть грядущих веков (Осип Мандельштам)
1 июня 2021 г., 06:36
For a valor of centuries that are to come,
For humanity's highstanding tribe
I gave all: I gave my life, and I gave my soul,
And my bowl, and my joy, and my pride.
Now the age of a wolfhound is pouncing at me,
I was never a wolf anyway.
Better take me like that cap and tuck in a sleeve
Of a coat of Siberian plains.
So I would not be able to see all this dirt
And a violence for every day;
So a blue polar foxes in primal adore
Could of shine for me, showing the way.
Lead me to dark and misty shores of Yenisei,
Where a pine trees are reaching the star.
I was never a wolf by the blood in my veins,
So I can not be murdered by one.
It is not dirty-yellow galore of a press,
It is not countrygirl's lucky charms,
It is hot-breathing hot-blooded mouth of a men
Boiling over and singing aloud.
Lead me to dark and misty shores of Yenisei,
To the hut of a six-fingered lie.
I was never a wolf by the blood in my veins,
In a coffin of pine shall I lie.
