Александр Блок - Незнакомка. English

In quests for a sad babe

I sense at night above the restaurants
Hot air. It’s just dull and wild.
Drunks’ shouts are like a restraint, alas.
And spirit is remaining riled.

And every evening only friend of mine
Anew’s reflected in a glass.
And stunned and humbled he is left to whine
Consumed by undissolved morass.

The waiters are like at a sleep, not nice
Amid surroundings that’s grim.
At you some drunkards stare rabbit eyes.
‘In vino veritas’ they scream.

And every evening at a scheduled time
(Or maybe it’s illusion’s game?)
A silhouette in silk concealed sublime
Appears in a window frame.

And slowly bypassing that drunk mob
Without escorts just alone
She finds herself place at a sleazy pub
Expelling mist and fine cologne.

Chained by the closeness that’s sort of weird
I’m looking through the shaded veil
And see a mystic shore that’s so revered,
A distance where I want to sail.

I am dark secrets’ a custodian
There is the sun with me as well.
My soul submerges in collodion.
It’s pierced by wine in every cell.

The ostrich feathers repetitiously
Incline and wave right in my brain.
Her distant blue eyes bloom deliciously
And soothe the everlasting pain.

A treasure’s hidden in my lonely soul.
I’m with the granted key entwined.
A drunken monster, you achieved a goal.
I know truth is in the wine.

(The treasure’s hidden in my lonely soul.
I know where the key to find.
A drunken monster, here is your parole:
Truth, wine and guilt are intertwined.)