Осень [Osen] [English translation]

Enough of making merry, enough of feeling sad,

It's possible to separate, it's possible to forget

No matter what one does, no matter what one becomes

No one has lost.

Loyal belongings in their places

False smiles fading upon lips

Nobody's eternity is like a heavy yoke

No one has lost

On the stoop in the mornings

Saucer with milk

Pebbles and songs into vacuum

No matter what I'd sow, no matter of what I'd sing

No matter what I'd believe in, no matter what I'd want

No matter where I'd fall, with whom I'd fight

No one has lost.

No one has lost.

No one has lost.

No one has lost.

Under a slender bush

Autumn lasts the whole year

Dusk and thoughts of nothing

Pebbles and songs into vacuum

Dusk and thoughts of nothing

Pebbles and songs into vacuum