Everything here will outlive me,
Even the houses of the stare
And this air I breathe, the spring air,
Ending its flight across the sea.
Unearthly invincibility . . .
The voice of eternity is calling,
And the light moon's light is falling
Over the blossoming cherry-tree.
It doesn't seem a difficult road,
White, in the chalice of emerald,
Where it's leading I won't say . . .
There between the trunks, a streak
Of light reminds one of the walk
By the pond at Tsarskoye.
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