No, it's all illusions, the world is like a dream,

People want to live in it, and hope is the law.

To dream, to hope, to keep, to love,

And to believe in what can save us.

But autumn, the park, and the leaves whisper softly,

Why are you silent, my dear,

Your lips, I know, will say a word,

I'm just listening, tell me ..

I look into your eyes and understand,

Forgive me, but how is it, I'm losing you.

In my soul, in my heart, a blizzard sweeps,

And yellowed leaves - my bed now.

Your eyes wander like an autumn wind,

I hear every rustle, waiting for an answer.

I want to hear, but fear me worries,

Hope, only the memory will help.