Всё забудется [Vsyo zabudetsya] [English translation]

Quietly hiding her careful steps under the ice,

Winter1 has lulled my home with her peaceful pace.

She has scattered pearls across the endless skies

and has covered frozen forests with the crystal plume.

Snow will fall to the ground with loose white snowflakes.

There's a light wave of her eyelashes under the transparent silver. She'll put a spell on, she'll sing the songs of marvelous beauty, and being tired, she will hide her traces, when morning comes.

Everything will be forgotten with summer thunderstorms.

And life will start spinning with no hurry.

There's no that girl with long braids any more.

There's just the soul that is silently crying.

All of a sudden she'll slip like a hostess, with no sound, into my tiny world. She'll look silently into my eyes and will sit down on the threshold.

“Does it really hurt so much”, - I'll ask her, - “when it freezes hard inside your heart?”

She'll smile to me in response, "Just wait, and everything will pass."

Everything will be forgotten with summer thunderstorms.

And life will start spinning with no hurry.

There's no that girl with long braids any more.

There's just the soul that is silently crying.

They won't disturb my dream at night, they won't catch me in the crowd, the fleeting visions about you.

And my dreams will fall silent amidst that anxious longing -

as if the sparks, having faded away in my hand.

Everything will be forgotten with summer thunderstorms.

And life will start spinning with no hurry.

There's no that girl with long braids any more.

There's just the soul that is silently crying.

1. Winter is treated by the author as a human being, as a woman to talk to, as the one who is able to understand woman's yearning, since the word "winter" in the Russian language is of feminine gender.