The poem
From a fearful height, a wandering light, but does a star glitter like this, crying? Transparent star, wandering light your brother, Petropolis, is dying.
From a fearful height, earthly dreams are alight, and a green star is crying. Oh star, if you are the brother of water and light, your brother, Petropolis, is dying.
A monstrous ship, from a fearful height, is rushing on, spreading its wings, flying. Green star, in beautiful poverty, your brother, Petropolis, is dying.
Transparent spring has broken, above the black Neva's hiss the wax of immortality is liquefying. Oh if you are star — your city, Petropolis, your brother, Petropolis, is dying.