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На далечната звезда Венера

На далекой звезде Венере…

На далечната звезда Венера
Слънцето пламти по-златисто,
на Венера, ах, на Венера,
дървета растат синелисти.

Навсякъде текат водите волни,
реки, гейзери, водопади
пеят по пладне песен свободна,
нощем светят като лампади.

На Венера, ах, на Венера,
няма думи обидни и властни.
И на ангелите на Венера
езикът е само от гласни.

Ако кажат еа и аи,
Това е радостно обещание.
Уо, ао — за рая древен
това са златните блянове.

На Венера, ах, на Венера,
не познават смъртта задушна,
а умрелите на Венера
се превръщат в пара въздушна.

И блуждают златните димове
в сините обители нощни
или като радостни пилигрими
навестяват живите още.

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I`m dreaming that both of us dead…

I'm dreaming that both of us dead. / We're lying - so peaceful for ever. / Two white heavy coffins of lead / Put down together. / / And when did we say that "enough"? / What for then and what means the trying? / But strange that's not aching my heart, / My heart is not crying. / ...

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet…

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet / There all was infested with terror and eaten by rot, / There rocks in the distance appeared a huge shaggy dog, / There black boiling copper spewed out collapsing volcanoes. / Was the night of the world. / / Unexpectedly rolled i...

Their souls` love had been born beside the sea…

Their souls' love had been born beside the sea, / In sacred groves of virginal naiads, / Whose songs, arguing with the play of wind, / With strings, ring joyfully, eternally. / / Great oracle... the majesty of man / Has never been more strange and more severe, / The closed lips and th...

The Magic Violin

Pretty boy, / you are so merry / and your smile's - so light, so sunny. / Don't you ask me for this passion / that is poison to the worlds. / You don't know, don't know how dreadful / is this Magic Violin, sonny, / And how gloomy is the horror / of the one who strikes the ...


He that has been burried / Hears a glorious chime, / Smells the whitest lilies / In his dream beyond time. / / He that in his grave lies / Sees an endless light / As the wings of Seraphs / Shed their snow-flakes bright. / / You are on your death-bed / And your hands are cold....

The Giraffe

Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And your hands are especially frail and your hair especially a mess. / There, there now... Just listen... far, far away, on Lake Chad / Roams a proud and graceful giraffe... / / An exquisite figure and a leisurely life are his boon / ...