С мирным счастьем... -пер. А. Блока

With this peaceful happiness I've ended.
And you - the comfort - is now late.
Everywhere I here the notes, that
Quite nagging, which call for a desert.

Life is deserted, homeless, fathomless...
I have learned that since old, far times,
When the flying above motor sang to me
Luring song as the siren in love...