At night,when worry fades away,
And the city will hide in haze,-
Oh, how much music does God have,
What sounds are there on the land!
What are?-life's storms of ours,
If your roses are blooming and lit for me!
What are?- The human tears,
When the sunset is becoming rosy!
Accept, Mistress of the Universe,
Through blood, through tortures and through tombs,-
Of the last passion foam cup
From the undignified slave of yours!
В соцсетях есть прекрасное видео (ИИ) на это стихотворение на русском, с А.Блоком в главной роли.
О, сколько музыки у Блока! В ночи...
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