Текст песни Elena Ontorez - Getto

When surrounded by murderous worries
Everything is freezing to us - and life is like a pile of stones,
Lies on us - suddenly God knows where
Our joyous soul dies
Will wrap and embrace the past
And a terrible load will lift you up in a minute.

So sometimes in autumn,
When the fields are already empty, the groves are bare,
The sky is paler, the valley is dull,
Suddenly the wind blows, warm and damp,
The fallen leaf will chase before itself
And he will give us his soul, as it were, in spring ...

October 22, 1849