Lyrics Владимир Набоков - Лилит

V. Nabokov

I died. Sycamore and shutters
hot teasing aeolus
along a dusty street.
I walked
and the fauns walked, and in each faun
I imagined that Pan would recognize:
"Welcome, I seem to be in paradise."

Blinding from the sun, sparkling
armpit redhead in the doorway
suddenly a naked girl stood up
with a river lily in curls,
slim as a woman and gently
nipples bloomed - and I remembered
the spring of earthly being
when due to alder coastal
I could see very close
like a miller’s little daughter
came from the water, all golden
with a beard wet between the legs.

And now, in that coat,
in which he was killed yesterday,
with a predatory grin
I went to my Lilith.
Over the shoulder with a green eye
she looked - and at me
clothes flared up and at once
burned down.
In depth
there was a greek furry sofa,
wine on the table, pomegranates,
and in the free mural the wall.
Two cold fingers
childishly taking me by the flame:
“Here,” she said.
Without compulsion, without effort,
only with a naughty slowness,
she spread her wings
your knees in front of me.
And seductive and cheerful
there was a thrown back face,
and with a fierce blow of the loins
I entered the unforgettable.
A snake in a snake, a vessel in a vessel,
I drove to it, I glided in it,
already a rapture in the growing itch
through the indescribable,
when suddenly she lunged
recoiled and, clutching her legs,
lifting a veil,
wrapped in her hips
and, full of strength, halfway
to bliss, I am left with nothing
and rushed and staggered
from the strange wind. "Let me in,"
I shouted, horrified to notice
I’m standing on the street again
and vile bleating children
they look at my mace.
"Let me in," and the goat-footed, red-haired
the people kept multiplying. "Let me in
otherwise I’ll go crazy! "
The door was silent. And in front of everyone
painfully i spilled the seed
and suddenly realized that I was in hell.