A Night, a Street, a Lamp, a Drugstore

A night, a street, a lamp, a drugstore,
A meaningless and feeble light.
Live for a century, its quarter,
It's all the same. There is no result.

When you are dead, it all starts over,
Being repeated like before:
The night canal with freezing water,
The store, the street, the lamp, once more.

Оригинал: А. А. Блок, "Ночь, улица, фонарь, аптека"

Переведено с русского языка


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