ты сентябрем глядишь наверно скоро созреешь с дерева...

you look in September, you’ll probably mature soon
from the tree of good and evil you fall everything will become the past
the crowd and the boast of strangers friends crowd
nodding the same porcelain bolls
you bought a dog, sat on the banks of the river and cried
how so it became easier than the lung but tied with ropes
doesn’t teach life, only claws the soul
icy hands warmer than the heart they took out
but everything will work out because you have talent
guess what will happen next
sown in plowed memory yesterday
and from me there remains one name
so don't call
(c) M.Sh.