Стихи

Skull:

        Well, greetings, Caballero!
        Decades lost, without water,
        Light and heat — just sand and ashes.

Don Juan:

(retreats in horror).

        Holy Mary! Goodness gracious!
        Name yourself!

Skull:

        Think of Anna…

Don Juan:

        Which one of Annas?
        Of Toledo? Of Grenada?
        Or perhaps the one who echoes
        To this day the song of ardor?
        Weeks of mirth, indeed, they happened.
        I remember us! Together!
        Well, and how is she at present —
        Or… I should not raise the matter.
        Am I right that once her spouse
        Fell a victim to misfortune?
        Skull, is that what you are broaching?
        I am fully at your service.

Skull:

        Let Higher Institution
        Guilt to vile creatures render.
        You have faced the retribution
        Through demise of youthful splendor.
        I, Old Skull of the Commander,
        Came to gloat, for from this moment
        We shall lie together under
        Same graveyard, forever dormant.
        We shall lie together under
        Same graveyard, same gravely features.
        I, Old Skull of the Commander,
        You, Old Skull of Vile Creature.

Don Juan:

(with laughter):

        Rather?
        Vengeful for an old affair?
        Either you adore to pamper?
        Or intend to truly scare?
        Scare not! I've known reason
        With demise at close distance.
        While today age yearns to weaken
        Fleeting grasp on my existence.

Skull:

        The touch of death — contrast it
        to pursuits of whore's embraces.
        Your life passed, devoid of spirit.
        Filled instead with earthly pleasures.

Don Juan:

        In earthy pleasures
        Passed my life, and mighty precious
        Shall become a sleeping blanket.
        What remorse cannot encounter,
        An oblivion surrounds.

Skull:

        It's time. The midnight's thunder.
        Moles and worms are making rounds.