We cross the squares, in fright
We cross the squares, in fright,
Past the nighttime towers.
O, how scary, in the night,
To hear young soldiers’ shouts!
Let the heart thunder, loud!
Let love kiss, fiery hot!
O, these bestial shouts!
How insolent! – their blood.
My lips are ready to flare
Despite the saintly face.
The Iverskaya glares
As though a golden case!
Hey, end this mischief, stop!
Instead, set a candle alight
So that you don’t end up
Just as I wish you might.
Translated by Andrey Kneller
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