Увядание листьев [Uvyadanie listyev] [English translation]

I cried out, not listening till the end what the moon was murmuring

Oh, the cry of the curlew and the call of the lapwing, where are you

I badly need your merry tender speech

The road won't end and I am carrying a heavy burden

A paling moon has descended between sleepy hills

And I fell asleep upon Echtge, which is the beginning of all rivers

No, it's not because of the wind that the leaves have withered in the forest

It is because of my dreams,

Because of my dreams,

Which i have told to them.

I know the path where whitches wander in the darkness of the night

Having risen from the depths of a lake with a smile

Each of them with a pearly crown and a spindle

I know where the Danaan tribe spins in dance and tramples the dew

Among the island meadows

When the foam glimmers under the dim moonlight

No, it's not because of the wind that the leaves have withered in the forest

It is because of my dreams,

Because of my dreams,

Which i have told to them.

I know a sleepy country; there, in flight,

Two swans sing, bound by a golden chain

There, a king and a queen are as though in delirium

They have experienced happiness and weakness, having drunk from the beauty of the song

And heeding the voice of wisdom, they now wander deaf and blind

They find themselves on a branch where all rivers begin

No, it's not because of the wind that the leaves have withered in the forest

It is because of my dreams,

Because of my dreams,

Which i have told to them.

Because of my dreams, because of my dreams

Which i have told to them.