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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