Облетают последние маки [Obletayut poslednie maki] [English translation]

The last of the poppies are falling

The cranes fly away, honking

And nature, in a morbid gloom

Doesn’t seem like herself

Along the deserted and empty alley

Stirring with fluttering leaves

Why do you, without pity for yourself

Wander with your head uncovered?

Plant life has now sheltered itself

In strange fragments of branches.

And what has happened to you?

What has befallen your soul?

How did you dare to let go of

That precious gem, your beautiful soul

And release it to wander throughout the world

To perish in a distant land?

Let the fragile walls of home be as they are

Let the road be that leads to darkness

There is nothing under the sun sadder than betrayal

Than the betrayal of yourself