Диана Набиуллина

The lies of fame and love’s resolve

Have vanished now without a trace,

Our youthful passions have dissolved

As though a dream or morning haze.

Yet, still, we’re burning with desire,

And with impatience in our souls,

Beneath the yoke of strength and fire,

Translated by Andrey Kneller

Of love, of hope, of quiet glory

Not long I nursed the self-deceit,

Vanished are adolescent dallies

Like a dream, like the morning mist;

But still desire burns within us;

Beneath the press of fateful power

With impatient soul

We hark the native country's summons.

Translated by N. and D. Derkatch