Песня о буревестнике - пер. М. Горького

The song about the stormy petrel

By Maxim Gorky

Alongside the grey-haired sea plain
Wind is gathering the clouds.
Between clouds and the sea plain
There's the proud petrel flying,
As the black flicker of  lightning.
Once he is touching the sea waves,
Then is flying up to heavens
As an arrow, and he cries...
The clouds hear joy in his brave shout.

In this scream -  the thirst for gale,
Force of anger, flame of passion,
And the certainty of triumph
Hear the clouds in his shout.

Sea gulls moan before the storming,
Moan, rush above the sea plain,
They are ready to the bottom
Hide their horror before gale.

And the loons are also scared,
They can't catch the battle enjoyment,
They are frightened by the thunder.

A silly penguin is shyly hiding
His fat body in the cliffs... Only
The proud petrol hovers bravely
Above the sea, covered with foam.

Darker, darker are the clouds,
Close they have come to sea plain,
And the waves are singing, longing
To the height to meet a thunder.

Thunder's rolling. In a wrath's foam
Waves are moaning, to wind resisting.
The wind embraces the flocks of waves and
In wild spite to cliffs them throws,
Breaking into sprays and splashes
The bulks of emerald-green waves.

The stormy petrol, screaming, hovers,
As the black lightning in heavens,
As an arrow, he is piercing
The grey clouds, with his wing
He is picking up the wave's foam.

And here he is flying, as a demon,
The proud, black demon of the gale, -
And he is laughing, he is crying...
At the clouds he is laughing,
From the joy he's surely crying!

In thunder's ire - he's the heedful demon,
He, for long, feels there the tiredness,
He's aware, that the clouds
Can't hide sun forever, though!

Wind is howling... Thunder's rolling...

As a blue flame the clouds are blazing
Above the sea chasm. The sea is picking
The arrows of lightnings and extinguishes them in the deep.
As the fiery snakes, the reflections of lightnings
Writhe in sea and disappear!

Gale! Soon it will be gale!

This is the brave petrol flying proudly among the lightnings,
Above the roaring sea in anger; this is the victorious prophet's shout:

- Stronger be a coming gale!