Сумерки [Sumerki] [English translation]

Don’t lose me, I’m barely holding onto you

In the twilight of November, breathing warmly, I tear

With the voice of fragile words I’ll leave your throat

With the letter “A”, through the ditch, to the face

Don’t lose me through the bleeding days

With the wings of bullfinch, in the sorrow of cat claws

The sobbing of forgotten, unnamed stars

Somewhere, between the birches, burns the maple a bright red