Отец яблок [Otets yablok] [English translation]

Father of apples

Is staring into a blooming garden;

A strange glance.

Father of apples

Can hear a movement of roots in a dream/sleep.

From winter to spring;

His love is not here.

His love has minus fifteen years (of age).

She awaits beyond a dilapidated wing of house,

Behind the dark glass

And she feels herself infinitely strange.

Father of apples

Clearly hears the native language;

Everyone is here.

Father of apples

Asks the jurymen to take their places

And sit down modestly.

My love is simple.

My love can be seen by one in a hundred -

She awaits

Behind the long winter

Next to me,

And we feel ourselves infinitely strange.