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The Last Toast
06:03
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Я пью за разорённый дом,
За злую жизнь мою,
За одиночество вдвоём,
И за тебя я пью,—
За ложь меня предавших губ,
За мертвый холод глаз,
За то, что мир жесток и груб,
За то, что Бог не спас.
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I’m drinking to a ruined home,
And to my life in hell,
To us together, yet alone,
And to you too, as well, —
To lies of lips, betraying love,
That ice-cold deathly stare,
The world, so merciless and rough,
And God, who wasn’t there.
Anna Akhmatova
Translated by Andrey Kneller
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No Obsession Either
05:12
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I like that you are not obsessed with me,
I like that I have no obsession either,
And not for once in the eternity
The heavy earth beneath our feet will wither
I like I can be funny and be free,
Be careless with words and never bother
To be betrayed by tide of blush when we
Brush with our sleeves when passing one another.
I also like that in my company
You’re confident enough to hug the other,
You don’t foretell infernal suffering
To me for being kissed by other lovers.
I also like you never call in vain
The sweet inflection of my name, my sweetie
And that we’ll never live to see the day
When wedding bells hail us with nuptial greetings.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart
For loving me so much quite unawares:
For nightly peace that you will never thwart,
For twilight dates that can not be more scarce,
For moonlight walks that we will never start,
And for the sun above that'll never wear us,
For you, alas, who’re not obsessed with me,
For me, alas, with no obsession either.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Translated by Dina Belyayeva
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La Caresse
06:15
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Je boirai tout le sang du baiser sur tes dents,
Je boirai sur ton corps le lait de ta chair blanche,
Et mon désir nombreux, dans un hymne éclatant,
Vibrera sur la lyre étroite de tes hanches.
Et l’ombre de mon corps découplé te couvrant,
Telle l’ombre qu’un chêne altièrement épanche,
Je t’asservirai toute en mes bras conquérants,
Pour goûter longuement ma virile revanche.
Alors sur la pâleur de tes épaules mates
Ou de ta gorge, ainsi qu’un camail ténébreux
Imprégné de parfums subtils et d’aromates,
Tes cheveux glisseront, frères des eaux dormantes,
Et les anges du soir verront seuls dans nos yeux
Nos âmes dérouler leurs fresques d’épouvante.
Léon Deubel
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