Fun night in a tavern.
Above the town blue haze.
Under the red dawn away
Walking in the fields Invisible.
Dancing over the swamp bogs,
Ring surrounding houses,
Drawling calls and sings
to the voice, on a familiar voice.
You sweet sigh of love,
blind, venal creatures?
Who sky soiled in the blood?
Who posted red flashlight?
And howling, as abandoned dog,
myauchit, how sweet cat,
Bunches of roses vechereyuschih
Harlots throws out the window…
And breaking into a black hangout
Crowd of gay and drunk,
And everyone in the mist passionate
A crowd of prostitutes rosy…
In the shadow of grave lights,
The city falls silent roar…
On the red strip of dawn
Soundless swinging laughter…
Evening inscription drunk
Above the door to the shop otvorennoy…
He intervened in a mad stampede
With rasplesnutoy cup of wine
On Zver Bagryanom - Female.
16 April 1905
