На заднем дворе [Na zadnem dvore] [English translation]

At the back yard, children play with siskins,

And the spring wind calms down

And quietly sings in the primeval poplar foliage

And moms call us back in the house.

Older children with a grown punk attitude

On the table, nail a "goat"* under sweet port wine,

And an abrasion, which is almost healed on the knee,

And incessant Piekha** plays in the house across the street,

Sings to someone, because there is the city, quiet like sleep,

And this magical sunset

The color of cherries

Isn't heard

Covered the crowded little yard

With a transparent wing,

Through the window, moms call us to go inside with a stricter voice,

And, perhaps, it's time

And tomorrow will once again be an eternal summer

And the day, full of light

And we will never die...

When the light goes out,

Then I will be no more.