Увядание листьев [Uvyadanie listyev] [English translation]

I cried out without hearing out the murmur of moon:

"Oh, where are you, lapwing's song and curlew's call,

How I long for your joyful and warm-hearted words,

For the road is endless and my burden is heavy..."

The paling moon has descended between drowsy hills.

And I fell asleep upon Echtge, where rivers begin,

Forest leaves have withered not because of the wind -

Because of my dreams,

Because of my dreams,

The ones I have told.

I know of a trail where witches wander in the dark of the night,

Rising with smile from the depths of the lake,

Each one with a crown of pearl and a spindle;

I know where amidst island meadows

The Danaan kin whirl in dance and tread over dew

When the foam gleams under the dim light of the moon,

Forest leaves have withered not because of the wind -

Because of my dreams,

Becasue of my dreams,

The ones I have told.

I know of a sleepy land where two swans

Bound by golden chain sing as they fly,

The king and the queen are like under spell,

Having drunk of song's beauty, they learned of happiness and weakness,

Heeding to the voice of wisdom, they wander deaf and blind.

They are upon Echtge, where rivers begin,

Forest leaves have withered not because of the wind -

Because of my dreams,

Becasue of my dreams,

The ones I have told.

Because of my dreams, because of my dreams,

The ones I have told upon Echtge, where rivers begin...