Осеннее равноденствие [Osennee ravnodenstvie] [English translation]

The East is streaming through the rags of the fog

The same way that transparent sand streams through fingers

The night has gone, not leaving a trace.

And having sprinkled the shedded jimsonweed with dew

The cold fog slithering into the ravines

And the water became transparent.

Like a leaf, floating over the abyss,

I fall into the unknown.

Into the silence, into inaction,

Into the autumn equinox.

And the skies are swimming, reflected in the water,

There these gray eyes are calling me,

They're deep as lakes.

That look had wounded me once,

The trees over the canyon are rustling in the wind,

Their branches are thin, as if arms.

Like a leaf, floating over the abyss,

I fall into the unknown.

Into the silence, into inaction,

Into the autumn equinox.