Сталь [Stal'] [English translation]

I don't know why you came in this house,

But let's spend this evening together;

If the day will end, we'll still have the rum,

Which I bought in the recent small shop.

We'll turn off all the lights and we'll start to look at

The neighbors across the street, who try to sing,

Condemning their immortal souls to death,

In order to stay alive in this crush .

Here courtyards are like wells, but there's nothing to drink;

If you want to live here, then temper your zeal,

Learn how to speed up, then to slow down a bit,

Substituting the neighbors against the reins.

And when by mistake Alexander Sergheyevich*

With his mouth torn, has entered this house,

They've crucified him, mistaking him for Christ,

And having realized the error one day later.

Here the art is developed to look out the window,

And to write down the names of those who don't sleep.

If you're innocent, then who are to blame ?

It's important to be first one to repent.

But if anyone isn't yet, but is already,

And the soul, alike that lady, mounted in the negligee,

Then Virgil lives on the first floor,

And he'll share own alms with him.

Here people love in a low voice and scream silently,

Each poison is the essence, each bowl contains a poison;

Poets don't sleep due to this drink,

Dying from the lack of sleep .

And in the rim of their eyes there are ice and fog,

But sometimes I don't believe in the fact that it's a cheating;

I'm drunken from this drink from my birth,

This is the local whim of the Cosmology.

Draw on my wall something that doesn't exist;

Your body is like night, but your eyes are like dawn.

You're not an exit, but probably are the best answer;

You're leaving, and I'm smiling...

And tomorrow a hanged slave will tell me:

"You are wrong, sir", and I'll recall your glance

And I'll tell him: "You are mistaken, my brother;

In this life I'm not mistaken"