Как вы уходите тихо,неслышно, Вновь замыкается круг. Яркие...

As you walk away quietly, inaudibly
The circle closes again.
Bright flashes of last summer
They suddenly remembered.

All that is left is safely stored -
Deadbolt ...
Which of you will never dream of me again
In the splendor of alien worlds?

How many of you will remember?
Who is my reality?
Memory, please, cheated by parting,
Warm your soul!