Summer is over, there is nothing left.
We are happy under the sun
And that is not enough.
The leaf in my hand.
And that is not enough.
Good and bad did not pass in vain.
All of them were all clear and bright,
And that's not enough.
The life takes me under its wings and takes away.
I'm lucky,
And that's not enough.
Leaves and branches did not die.
The sky is clear as crystal
And that's not enough.
A Russian poem
Translated by me