Oh places left by men!..

Oh places left by men (but not by gods),
you do resemble so much of Eden!
It's raining here, and the upland lauds
the dewy ancient grove's charm unhidden.

It's raining here, and the upland lauds
the dewy ancient grove's charm unhidden.
Alone are we, elected by all odds
to step through fogs and savor wine amid them!

Alone are we, elected by all odds
to step through fogs and savor wine amid them!
Retain the falling petal's whirls and nods
and us behind ourselves as clue and reading.

Retain the falling petal's whirls and nods
and us behind ourselves as clue and reading.
Who honored us, my friend, with such a riddle?
Or we bestowed upon us the forbidden?

Who honored us, my friend, with such a riddle?
Or we bestowed upon us the forbidden?
To shoot oneself, one needs no bitter thoughts,
nor cartridge or gunpowder, nor even

the gun itself. Good God, to blast one's heart,
it's in the air, lacking not a single part.


Original: ruthenia.ru/60s/aronzon/kak_horosho.htm