An autumn leaf clung to the window,
I thought I'd look in the window.
Where, in the fireplace the fire is burning,
A cat is sitting next to me on a pouf.
There's a table by the fireplace,
The candle is burning in the candlestick.
From it gleam on the wall,
And the light flickering in the window.
I should have listened to the silence by the fire,
The house smells of stearin.
You can hear the crackle of a log being eaten by fire,
I wish we could dream together.
It was spring and we loved,
Although they were far from each other.
But life was different
The path to my house is overgrown.
But memory can't be erased,
I will remember it in the future.
Love and tenderness of our meetings,
After all, it was, it was! And you don't cross me!