What the foliage keeps silent abou
О чем молчит листва... Вариант на английском... What the foliage keeps silent about, that has fallen like rain, whose yellow drops of decay are wrapped in a snowball? Perhaps about the beauty, of those birches in autumn, that frost has covered with today's chill? Perhaps about the longing with which the last rain, shed tears in spring, falling in love with the stature of birches? Or maybe about that, which you kept silent about, and the drops of your tears have concealed those leaves? They have been buried in snow, and we shall never know, what the foliage keeps silent about, what you dreamt of…
О чем молчит листва... Вариант на английском... What the foliage keeps silent about, that has fallen like rain, whose yellow drops of decay are wrapped in a snowball? Perhaps about the beauty, of those birches in autumn, that frost has covered with today's chill? Perhaps about the longing with which the last rain, shed tears in spring, falling in love with the stature of birches? Or maybe about that, which you kept silent about, and the drops of your tears have concealed those leaves? They have been buried in snow, and we shall never know, what the foliage keeps silent about, what you dreamt of…