"The night, the pharmacy... " by Alexander Block.

Translated

by Andrey Kneller.

The night, the pharmacy, the street,
The pointless lamppost in the mist.
A quarter century recedes -
There's no escape. It all persists.

You'll die - and you'll begin anew,
As in the past, all will repeat:
The ice channel flowing through,
The lamp, the pharmacy, the street.