Lyrics А. Блок читает Человек-жираф - Одиночество

The river carried ice floes in the wind
It was spring and the wind howled.
From a burning fireplace
Obscure darkness of the evening floated.
And he was sitting in front of the fireplace,
He burned and suffered
And with a look that was once eagle
Cooling ashes watched.
In the evening dusk surfaced
Before him are visions of past days,
Awakening vintage sorrow
A game of ethereal shadows.
Alone, alone, forgotten by the world
Powerless but still alive
From the dusk to former idols
He nodded with a tired head ...
Friends of seasoned string,
Enemies are cruel traits,
Loving and beloved faces
Sailing from the gray darkness ...
Everybody abandoned, forgotten everywhere
No need to suffer and wait
Only a pile of ash remains
An extinct look to watch ...
Where did his dreams go?
What did the poor mind bow before?
He recalled his throwing,
Woke up the alarm of previous thoughts ...
And it was sweet to be tired
Pleasing as never before
That the heart no longer desired
No shocks, no labor
No flattery, no love, no fame
No enlightenment, no loss ...
Great memories,
Like clouds embracing the sunset
Piled a pile of towers
Erected walls, cities,
Where the sky was yellow and scary
And menacing in his youth ...
From a burning fireplace
A dim dusk swam and swam
The river carried ice floes in the wind
It was spring and the wind howled.