Текст песни Иеромонах Роман - Я родился в ночь осеннюю

I was born on an autumn night
If they don't lie.
And November leaves the last
I poured it around the yard.
I lay screaming in a terrible way,
Showing agility.
Who, tell me, asked me:
To be or not to be?

As I did not cry in my cradle,
Everything is wrong in response.
(Well, why did you stand, dear,
Outsider grandfather?)
Step away, sick yearning,
Enough, laugh.
I'd better say something useful
For my soul.
Why didn't they fill the lamp,
Are your arms short?
Pray for health
Women, men.

So cyanotic lips
I implored the descent.
But with the cares of the wild
The people were busy.

Dull relatives
Clinking glass
And twisted their mouths with bitterness
At a drunken table.
There is no icon lamp, no incense,
Candles do not pour wax.
Oh, my hut is wrong,
Ah, dear people.

So I knew from the cradle
The bitterness of being.
I understood, the sadness is green -
My companion.
Cheerless fun
Fume and smoke.
Oh you, my autumn night,
Wet sheets.

<10.10.1992>, Finland. Vihti