Light Elegy after Alexandr Pushkin

The faded joy of mad years passed by. 

I feel heavy, like a vague hangover.

But, like wine — the sadness of days gone by

In my soul, the older I get, the stronger,

My path is sad. The troubled sea of ​​the future

Promises me toil and grief by nature.

But I don’t want, oh friends, to simply  die;

I want to live, to think and suffer; blessed

And I know, I will have pleasures shine

Amid sorrows, worries and anxieties:

At times I will again get drunk on harmony,

I will shed tears over some fiction astonished,

And  maybe at my deplorable sunset

Love will flash a farewell  smile as yet…