V Poslednyuyu Osen'

This final autumn - not a line, not a sigh. V poslednyuyu osen', ni strochki ni vzdoha. Final songs have fallen with the summer. Poslednie pesni osypalis' letom. A farewell fire of the epoch burns out, Proschal'nym kostrom dogoraet epoha, And we are watching the shadows and the lights I my nablyudaem za ten'yu i svetom This final autumn. This final autumn.

An autumn hurricane swept jokingly away V poslednyuyu osen' Everything that choked us in the dusty night; V poslednyuyu osen' Everything that pushed, played, glittered, Torn apart by the aspen wind This final autumn. This final autumn.

Ah Alexander Sergeevich*, dear, Osennyaya burya shutya razmetala Why have you told us nothing Vse to, chto dushilo nas pyl'noyu noch'yu, Of how you held, searched, and loved?.. Vse to chto davilo, igralo, mertsalo Of how that final autumn you knew. Osinovym vetrom razorvano v kloch'ya That final autumn. That final autumn.

Hungry sea, hissing, gulped down V poslednyuyu osen' The autumn sun, and, behind the clouds, V poslednyuyu osen' You will no longer remember what has been; You will not touch the dusty grass with your hands…

Poets walk away into the final autumn, Ah, Aleksandr Sergeevich milyj, And you cannot bring them back - the blinds are nailed shut. Nu chto zhe Vy nam nichego ne skazali, The rains only remain, and the icy summer; O tom, kak derzhali, iskali, lyubili. Love remains, and the stones that rose from the dead. O tom, chto v poslednyuyu osen' vy znali.

(*Reference to Pushkin (link?)) V poslednyuyu osen' V poslednyuyu osen'

Golodnoe more shipya poglotilo Osennee solntse, i za oblakami Vy bol'she ne vspomnite to chto zdes' bylo, I pyl'noj travy ne kosnetes' rukami.

Uhodyat v poslednyuyu osen' poety, I ih ne vernut', zakolocheny stavni. Ostalis' dozhdi i zamerzshee leto. Ostalas' lyubov', i ozhivshie kamni.