(Last fall)
In last autumn a line, not a sigh
The last song crumbled in the summer,
Farewell bonfire burns era
And we watch the shadow and light
In the last fall,
The latest autumn
Autumn storm swept jokingly,
All that is choking us dusty night,
All that gave, played, shimmered
Osipov wind in tatters
In the last fall,
The latest autumn
Oh, Alexander Sergeevich, dear,
Well, what do not you tell us anything,
To learn how you keep, looking, loving,
The fact that you know in the last autumn.
In the last fall,
The latest autumn
Hungry sea hissing swallowed
Autumn sun and clouds
You no longer remember what was here
And do not touch the dusty grass by hands
Going out of the latest autumn poets
And they did not return, boarded shutters
There were rains and frozen summer,
There was love and revived stones...