В последнюю осень [V poslednyuyu osen'] [English translation]

In the last Autumn, neither line nor breath is present,

The last songs have been covered by Summer,

A farewell fire burns out the epoch

And we watch the shadow and the light.

In the last Autumn,

In the last Autumn

An Autumn storm, in jest, swept away

All that suffocated us on dusty nights.

All that gave, played, shimmered

The Autumnal wind has torn into clumps.

In the last Autumn,

In the last Autumn

Oh dear Alexander Sergeyevitch*,

Well, why didn't you tell us anything

About how you held, searched, loved,

About what you knew that last Autumn.

In the last Autumn,

In the last Autumn

The famished sea, whispering, swallowed

the Autumnal sun, and you will no longer

recall what was beyond the clouds

and the dusty grass will elude the touch of your hands

Into the last Autumn go the poets

never to be returned; the boarded up windows,

the rains remain and the frozen Summer,

love remains and animate rocks.