Романтик тысячи дорог, Заросших сорною травою, Ты бесконечно...

A romantic of a thousand roads
Overgrown with weed grass
You are infinitely lonely
Alone with himself.
And autumn did without us
Hiding in a bright - red shawl,
Changed the color of green eyes
on gray, flavored with sadness.
Romantic thousands of nights
In captivity of those left, in power
Your mysterious eyes
Thy roads in the fragments of happiness ...

Let the long-awaited first snow
Silver your eyelashes
But I can't look next
You can't stop.
The distant wind of those roads
Your breath will burst.
I will know, my gentle God,
That your heart is beating somewhere ...