TATITERA — Друзьям

We are secretly hostile to one another, Envious, deaf, estranged, And how we would live and work Without knowing eternal enmity!

What can we do! For each of us tried To poison our own home, All the walls are soaked with venom, And there is nowhere to lay one's head!

What can we do! Having lost faith in happiness, We go mad with laughter, And, drunk, we watch from the street As our houses collapse!

Traitors in life and friendship, Wasteful spenders of empty words, What can we do! We clear the path For our distant sons!

When beneath a fence in the nettles Our wretched bones decay, Some late historian Will write an impressive work…

Only the damned one will torment Innocent children With years of birth and death And a heap of vile quotations…

A sad lot — to live so complexly, So hard and festively, And become a lecturer's property, And breed new critics…

To bury oneself in fresh weeds, To forget oneself in sleep forever! Be silent, cursed books! I never wrote you!

Be silent, cursed books! I never wrote you! Be silent, cursed books! I never wrote you