So the summer is gone,
As if never it happened.
On the sun spot it's warm.
But it's never enough.
All that ever came true,
Like a five-fingered leaflet,
Laid right down on my palm,
But it's never enough.
Neither evil, nor good
Haven't been lost for nothing,
Everything burned so bright,
But it's never enough.
Life took under its wing,
Took care of me and saved me,
And I really had luck.
But it's never enough.
The leaves haven't been scorched,
Branches haven't been broken ...
Day is washed as a glass,
But it's never enough.
/A.Tarkovsky, translated/