“If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.”

“In those years only the dead smiled, Glad to be at rest: And Leningrad city swayed like A needless appendix to its prisons.”

“A town loved with bitter love.”

“Without love, I'm more at ease, I'm sure. The sky is high, the mountain wind is sweeping, And all my thoughts are innocent and pure.”

“As the future ripens in the past,so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves.”

“Though you are three times more beautiful than angels,Though you are the sister of the river willows,I will kill you with my singing,Without spilling your blood on the ground.Not touching you with my hand,Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you,But with your unimaginable groansI will finally slake my thirst.From her, who wandered the earth before me,Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame,From her, who still exists in the ether—From her you will set me free.”

“Song falls silent, music is dumb,But the air burns with their fragrance,And white winter, on its knees,Observes everything with reverent attention.”

“Tomorrow the mirrors will mock me”

“And you know, I agree to everything:I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy,Darkness will be light and sin lovely.”

“I defendNot my voice, but my silence”

“But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday.”