Here We Live
Poem By Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Here we live in ancient chambers
By the water strings.
Here at spring the gladness rambles,
And the river sings.
As the gaiety's first message,
With the first spring gales,
There will pour the blazing azure
In the doors of cells.
And quite full of sacred shudder
Of the years of dreams,
Through the fields we'll gaily ride in
Bless of dazzling beams.