Владимир Захаров, Рок-Острова - Где отдаётся в длинных залах
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Where the quiet flight of mad troikas echoes in the long halls,
Where wine glimmers in glasses, -
There a circle dance arises.
Rustling, ringing, curling, turning white,
They move in slow circles;
And the violins, melting and weakening,
Submit to the frantic bows.
One steps out of the circle,
Stretching out her hand into the semi-darkness;
Having chosen her appointed friend,
She drops a flower on the floor.
Do not pick up the flower: it contains the sweetness
Oblivion of all bygone days,
And all the frantic joy
Of your impending death!..
There, everything is a play of fire and fate,
And only in the bitter hour of resentment
From an irrevocable distance
A sad angel will shine through...