I can calm down now –
My house is over the corner,
The old street, the very sad fairy tale
With a happy ending.
Having summed the years with the kilometers,
I’m finishing my path.
I’ve accidentally saved this world today
And I can have a rest.
Again the light wind over my head
Moves the leaves
Down the slope
Again I’m coming home
To Malaya Bronnaya
To Malaya Bronnaya
Nothing ends here,
How many times — one cannot count —
I’ve left to return, and didn’t return,
And was born again.
Holidays and losses,
Which got frozen in years,
The spinning of life, - all this are just reflections
In the Patriarshiye Ponds.
Again the light wind over my head
Moves the leaves
Down the slope
Again I’m coming home
To Malaya Bronnaya
To Malaya Bronnaya