Elegy 1830 (Pushkin)

The vanished joy of my crazy years Is as heavy as gloomy hang-over. But, like wine, the sorrow of past days Is stronger with time. My path is sad. The waving sea of the future Promises me only toil and sorrow.

But, O my friends, I do not wish to die, I want to live – to think and suffer. I know, I’ll have some pleasures Among woes, cares and troubles. Sometimes I’ll be drunk with harmony again, Or will weep over my visions, And it’s possible, at my sorrowful decline, Love will flash with a parting smile.

Էլեգիա (Պուշկին) Elégia (Alekszandr Szergejevics Puskin) Элегия (Пушкин)