Look what I found on Wikipedia: one of my favourite poems by Aleksandr Blok!
Night, street, lantern, drugstore.
Meaningless and dull light.
Live another quarter of a century -
Everything will be the same. There is no way out.
You will die – then start again from the beginning.
And everything will be repeated like before:
Night, the channel’s icy ripples,
Drugstore, street, lantern.