Let me savour this crystal quietness.
The chime of the bells is streaming from afar.
Autumn’s face — an expression of sadness.
I was born and baptized here in Russia.
An Autumn epilogue is jingling evenly
Beneath autumn heavy grey skies.
My native land, blessed by The Almighty ,
Your charm is breathing between the lines.
Gone will be storms’ wild passions,
Along with endless cold rain and snow.
Russia! I belong here, guys.
I’m in love! I am a Russian soul!
