Скоро будет зима [Skoro budet zima] [English translation]

Last time I rarely stayed at home,

My friends stopped calling me.

To invite me in road trips, strolls, symptoms at the end of the summer

Suddenly stopped torturing me.

And I thought, that autumn isn't that bad too,

And that autumn slush, and the first snow being gray,

And that my sideways feel the cold wind

With a drink consciousness reminding me that I'm a human

And there'll be many birthdays in autumn,

And I'll try to be here,

And then, ignoring the puddles and the slush,

I'll go home drunk and I'll fall on the bed like a sack.

I'll wake up early in the morning and go studying,

And from hangover I'll be laughing at everyone.

It'll be winter soon,

to dissolve in spring,

And then it'll be summer, it's unknown why.

And I started to heal, but it'll end horribly,

Writing our serial number - 600.

I'm picking up crumbs from someone's old tables,

And I can't tell what brought us this year