Осень наступила,
Autumn’s come already,
Высохли цветы,
Flowers have dried now,
И глядят уныло
And is looking sadly
Голые кусты.
Bare bushes’ row.
Вянет и желтеет
Grass on every meadows
Травка на лугах,
Fades and yellow turns
Только зеленеет
Winter-fields being mellow
Озимь на полях.
Showing are green forth.
Туча небо кроет,
Cloud conceals sky long
Солнце не блестит,
Sun yet does not shine,
Ветер в поле воет,
Wind does howl in field wrong,
Дождик моросит.
Rain is drizzling fine.
Зашумели воды
Swift brook have been noisy
Быстрого ручья,
With a water stream,
Птички улетели
Birds have flown closely
В теплые края.
To a south dream.