Day Of Victory

So I composed an elegy
  how I was riding in a cart.

Looking around the mountain tops,
their endless arshin
bloodshot wine jugs,
the whole world, snow, beautiful,
I saw the mountain streams,
I saw the eye of the storm cruel,
and a peace and a high wind,
and the death of an hour wasted.

 That soldier, swimming saffron cod,
 filled with important bravery
 with a wave of the sea moisture
 It enters into an unequal battle.
 That horse mighty palm
 puts fire dashing chases,
 and dance gloomy horses
 in hand grass majestic.

Where the forest looks into expanses of fields,
nights in unheard-dresses,
and we look out the window without curtains
in the light of the star soulless,
doubts get in the empty heart of the hide,
and night sleep tomimsya cry,
we almost did not mean
We are waiting for an obedient life.

 We admiration unknown
 We tight overcast and crowded,
 we betray another basely
 God we are not masters.
 Flower unhappiness we nurtured,
 We have to forgive ourselves,
 we who as ash cooled,
 mile eagle clove.

I enviously look at the beast,
any thoughts or for not believing
there is no reason to fight.
We all perceive as a fall,
day and the shadows and dreams,
and even music buzzing
not escape the abyss.

 In the surf turbulent,
 in the desert sands and discordant
 and in the female body indecent
 We did not find refreshing.
 Blithely forgotten sobriety
 sung's death, sang an abomination,
 alleged recollection as a daring,
 for we palim.

Flying divine bird,
They are waving their plaits,
bathrobes them shine like the spokes,
flight no mercy.
They count the time,
They feel the burden,
let strumming empty stirrup -
go do not mind.

 Let rushes into the way a crystal stream,
 let the horse trot hurry mirror,
 breathing in the music -
 you inhale and corruption.
 The driver sickly and ill-tempered,
 in the last hour of the morning drowsiness,
 chase, chase sleigh lazy -
 Fly without delay.

Do not splash swan wings
on banquet table,
together with copper eagles
do not blow the horn of victory.
Vanished inspiration
Now comes a moment,
to death, to death keep Eyes
singer and a poor horseman.
1940