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

In the final autumn - not a line, not a sigh,

Final songs have withered in the summer,

The epoch burns out as a farewell bonfire,

And we're watching the light and the shade.

In the Final Autumn

In the Final Autumn

An autumn storm has jokingly scattered

All that was suffocating us in a dusty night,

All that was crushing, trifling, twinkling

Is now torn into shreds by the aspen wind.

In the Final Autumn

In the Final Autumn

Oh, Alexander Sergeyevich dear 1

Why have you told us nothing

Of how you held, searched, loved

Of what you knew in the final autumn.

In the Final Autumn

In the Final Autumn

A hungry sea hissingly devoured

The autumn sun, and beyond the clouds

You will no longer remember all which has been here

Nor touch the dusty grass with your hands.

The poets leave into the final autumn

They can't be returned, the shutters are nailed shut,

Remain the rains and a frozen summer,

Remains the love and the revivified stones.

1. Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin - one of the most influential and revered Russian poets. Russians love referencing him. They're still in a sort of denial about him being long dead (it's very sweet).