Floating in anguish unaccountable
     singer of sad for the capital
     standing at the bench kerosene
     sad-faced janitor,
     hurries down the street unprepossessing
     lover of the old and beautiful.
     Midnight Train newlywed
     floats in anguish unexplained.

     Floating in the mist Zamoskvoretskaya,
     swimmer in the misfortune random
     wandering reprimand Jewish
     the yellow ladder sad,
     and from love to a sad
     the New Year, by Sunday,
     floats Beauty notebook,
     its anguish without explanation.

     Floating in the eyes of a cold evening
     shaking flakes on the train,
     frosty wind, pale wind
     obtyanet red palm
     and poured honey lights of evening,
     and it smells sweet halva;
     pie night is Christmas Eve
     over his head.

     Your New Year's Eve on a dark blue
     wave in a sea of urban
     floats in anguish unexplained
     as if life will begin again
     seemed to be light and glory,
     good day and plenty of bread,
     as if life swings to the right,
     lurched to the left.

December 28, 1961