Why did we come so far with you,
Where the hellish silence consumed us,
My consciousness was drowning, I heard danger:
Love will melt like ice in the sun.

Because there is no spark or hope in it,
Dirty sometimes banal confessions
They ate delicious, primitive dreams,
And passion, and sincere soul impulses.

This autumn will play on the rustle of leaves
Farewell romances, quiet and weak,
Because these feelings are pure illusion,
And we will never meet again.