# Dance macabre

Эмиль Шарафутдинов

Перевод Блока

Night, a street, a lamppost, a drugstore,

Meaningless and faint light.

May live a score of years more -

No escape, all things shall always be like that.


Die - start again all over,

And all the old things you shall meet:

Night, cold ripples on the canal water,

The lamppost, the drugstore, the street.