In the old days my soul was innocent,
And in those old days I loved
The storms of noisy nature,
And the secret storms of passions.

But soon I learned the secrets
Of their ugly beauty,
And I...Read more

In the old days my soul was innocent,
And in those old days I loved
The storms of noisy nature,
And the secret storms of passions.

But soon I learned the secrets
Of their ugly beauty,
And I got bored with their incoherent
And deafening language.

And now ‒ more from year to year ‒
I give the freedom for my peaceful desires,
I like clear weather in the morning
I like quiet conversation in the evening.

—translation by Igor Prokhorov

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