Yes, I know, me and you – we aren’t alike,
I have come from faraway land.
And it’s not the guitar I like,
But the sound of flute wild and mad.
Not in rich halls full of light
For beautiful people without souls,
But for dragons my poems I write,
For clouds and waterfalls.
And I love like an arab in desert
Who falls to the water and drinks,
Not like pictured knight, so pleasant,
Who looks at stars and thinks.
And I won’t wait for the death
In my bed, old and full of fear.
I will die in some miracle place,
Between mountains and deep sea.
I won’t go to the paradise
Where everything is perfect and pure,
But where pirates and elves fly
And all lost and sick find the cure.
(вольный перевод "Я и Вы" Н.Гумилев)