Gusha Katushkin - Ноябрь (Noyabr') versuri traducere în engleză

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November

What do I have left of those months, days, minutes,
Those that made up a year and sank like a heavy rock.
That which keeps calling me, like the call of the void,
That which will never heal, that which can't be returned.
 
People talk of you day and night, but I don't understand.
I live on the Boulevard of 100 Years of November, you - in the moments of May,
But what do you know, girl, of your bronze soap bubbles?
They will not pop, will not vanish...
 
The last leaf has flown far away.
Do you remember what we used to dream of?
We're a bit different now - it's like we've understood something.
The weather these days, I swear - I don't want to do anything.
I feel like this November won't ever end...
 
Our tracks have suddenly stopped - we'd moved in the wrong direction.
The pieces were slightly unmatched, we'd followed the wrong steps,
We walked without fear of stumbling, falling and being late,
And what has been left of us? Our star whose light had gone out...
 
After all, there's no way to be lucky for long when you ride the wrong way,
Autumn shuffles yellow letters under my feet, the wind touches my shoulder,
This copper grandma has been knitting a sock for an eternity already,
You ask, 'for whom?' - I cannot answer...
 


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