Я помню чудное мгновенье

 
I remenisce that charming moment,
You then appeared in front of me
To last your image for a sonnet
As genuine Aphrodite.
 
When suffering of hopeless boredom
In noisy worried daily fuss
My ears kept your voice bell-order.
My eyes kept you - ma belle enface.
 
The winds of change and new callendar
Dispersed the dreams I once despised,
And I forgot your voice so tender,
Your gorgeous face, your angel's eyes.
 
I lived in darkness of the forest.
It was imprisonment I strived:
No inspiration, no Goddess,
No tears, no love and hardly life.
 
My soul awoke with smiles and sonnets,
When you appeared in front of me
To last your image for a moment
As genuine Aphrodite.
 
My heart is beating far from modest.
Five elements fill in this glove:
There's inspiration, there is Goddess,
There's life, there's pain and there is love.