In my land and yours they do hit the hay
and sleep the whole night in a similar way.

There’s the golden Moon with a double shine.
It lightens your land and it lightens mine.

At the same low price, that is for free,
there’s the sunrise for you and the sunset for me.

The wind is cool at the break of day,
it’s neither your fault nor mine, anyway.

Behind your lies and behind my lies
there is pain and love for our Motherlands.

I wish in your land and mine some day
we’d put all idiots out of the way.

© Copyright Alec Vagapov’s translation



 

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Poems by Andrei Voznesensky

Andrei Voznesensky (Voznesenski, Voznesenskii, Voznesenskï, Wosnesenski, Woznesenski)