анимация - дневник - перевод

So it all went by – in fragments and sketches,
Foolish and funny, yet far from simple.
Trivialities, scoundrels, moments, dead ends, bought – who cares.
A cup of coffee, the night. A diary.

I try not to think of her, not even to recall,
But autumn thoughts swarm in my mind.
In every rainy song, the measure of water matters,
Like bonfire conversations by the Volga and a night on the Neva.

Everyone sticks to their own – yours, once upon a time, somewhere.
Soon, soon, a piece of summer will vanish into smoke.
Somewhere, not a poet; but here, a silhouette under streetlights
Cuts to the ache in the throat.

I try not to think of her, not even to recall,
But autumn thoughts swarm in my mind.
In every rainy song, the measure of water matters,
Like bonfire conversations by the Volga and a night on the Neva.

I try not to think of her, not even to recall,
But autumn thoughts swarm in my mind.
In every rainy song, the measure of water matters,
Like bonfire conversations by the Volga and a night on the Neva.

In every rainy song, the measure of water matters,
Like bonfire conversations by the Volga and a night on the Neva.