"Вот опять окно, Где опять не спят. Может...

"Here is the window again,
Where they don’t sleep again.
Maybe they drink wine,
Maybe they’re sitting like that.
Or just hands
Do not separate the two.
In every house, friend,
There is a window like that.

Not from candles, from lamps the darkness lit up:
From sleepless eyes!

Scream parting and meeting -
You, the window in the night!
Maybe hundreds of candles
Maybe three candles ...
No and no mind
My peace.
And in my house
It wound up.

Pray, my friend, for the sleepless house,
Out the window with fire! "