Вечная Весна [Vechnaya Vesna] [English translation]

Under the centuries-old snow piles of funny biblical stories,

Of lecherous Orthodox and gluttonous Catholics, (*)

Abandoned war trenches and burning anthills - (**)

Eternal Spring in a solitary confinement cell.

Under houses and city squares flooded with people,

Under the deserts of human crowds, fetid churches,

Red-hot dicks and hungry vaginas -

Eternal Spring in a solitary confinement cell.

Through mirrors serving as a refuge, vocabularies,

Blasphemous little thoughts,

Drunkard’s last coins not yet spent on drinking,

Abundantly manured cemeteries and vegetable gardens -

Eternal Spring in a solitary confinement cell.

A flock of sparrows,

a pitch-dark, piercing, predatory, desperate flock,

is screaming inside me.

Centuries upon centuries of piles of snow,

War hospitals, prehistoric men,

Poetry, medications,

Bread and circuses (***)

showing mandatory underground medical procedures

prescribed to all the crooked and hunchbacked, (****)

Eternal Spring in a solitary confinement cell.

A flock of sparrows,

a shrieking, teeth-baring, hoarse, frantic flock,

is screaming inside me.