An uncommon day - warm and it doesn’t thaw, -
Obviously nature has resources, -
Now... and how that often happens,
I lie on the lyrical course.

The heart beats, as if I were dead drunk
Drunk I am, as if filled right up to the throat:
I simply drank six turkish
Black coffees, - and it knocks!

To drink such a dose is not advisable, but
It is not advisable even not to love! -
There is an acquaintance - a virtuosic
He proves, that one cannot live.

No, life is possible, one must live and - much:
Drink, suffer, be jealous, love,
Don’t let life drag along in poverty -
But breathe it, sing it, drink!

And without batting an eyelid you’ve no time -
And it’s time already to put on a play in the box.
You grow sad, will be reflecting, will be sorry -
But... it’s time already that you have one foot in the grave.

One must thus, when you were summing up
By everything, that passed - be able to say:
"I have all the same not lived badly, -
Drank, loved, been jealous and suffered!"

No, in spite of everything nature is richer!
What a day! What is poetry? - gibberish!
... However, I have written it down differently
As I wanted. What can I do - I am no poet.