I walked with a soft tread along cobbled road,
Inhaling the breeze of importunate Nord.
Bleak smoke drifted low, fading sunshine away,
Vast Ocean was rattling, and hopelessly gray.
Man, where are you heading? – The gloomy Wind said, -
Despairingly tribeless, and lonely and sad…
I’ll hurt with a vigor, I’ll chill you to creep,
Almighty and hollow, will push in the deep!
Hey, Wind, - I was trembling and casting each word,
I found homy shelter and my serene port,
Yet joy – to smash through in your arms that embrace,
Towards my all dreams and my warm sunset rays!
Spindrift of the Ocean and grayish-white snow
Give daring and courage to ever-young soul.
Amazing Aurora illumines like candle
My thorny life’s desert. This Way I will handle!
Northern wind. Перевод
© Copyright: Алексей Бахтов, 2019
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