| Голос тих, остался хрип | My voice is hushed—a rasp remains, an ember’s trace, |
| Свет сквозь стены мягко постелил | Light filtered soft through walls, unfurling sheets of dawn, |
| У ворот сидит старик | An elder lingers at the gate, a relic in his place, |
| Выход в рай условно сохранил | The portal to Elysium—conditional, withdrawn. |
| Эмигрант увидел мир | Exile’s eyes beheld the world’s unfurling scroll, |
| Overtime давно прошел | Overtime faded into the cobwebbed dusk of years, |
| Перепутал час и миг | I blurred the hour with the instant, miscounting the toll, |
| Тонких линий не нашел | No slender veins of meaning did I find—nor clear. |
| Заметал следы молвой | I swept my tracks with rumor’s breath, in riddled snow, |
| Был готов пустить лису на воротник | I’d let the fox become a collar for my weary coat, |
| Растворился каплей в молоке | Dissolving in the milk—a single drop, I go, |
| Руки умывал потом речной водой | My hands washed clean by river water’s note. |
| Эмигрант увидел мир | Exile’s eyes beheld the world’s unfurling scroll, |
| Overtime давно прошел | Overtime faded into the cobwebbed dusk of years, |
| Перепутал час и миг | I blurred the hour with the instant, miscounting the toll, |
| Тонких линий не нашел | No slender veins of meaning did I find—nor clear. |
| Эмигрант увидел мир | Exile’s eyes beheld the world’s unfurling scroll, |
| Overtime давно прошел | Overtime faded into the cobwebbed dusk of years, |
| Перепутал час и миг | I blurred the hour with the instant, miscounting the toll, |
| Тонких линий не нашел | No slender veins of meaning did I find—nor clear. |
| Перепутал час и миг | I blurred the hour with the instant, miscounting the toll, |
| Тонких линий не нашел | No slender veins of meaning did I find—nor clear. |
| Не нашел | Did not find— |
| Не нашел | Did not find— |