Requiem for the April

In September has been requiem for the April –
Trams were crying on the rails’ bends
Mugs were filled with the funeral mass
Separately was no place, tenatlessly together
In September.

Requiem for the funeral banquet, after feast
With the half of bread after the communion in night
The communion with love, bloody christening
From forgiveness by water till the happy of new life
In September.

Live in piece, God, the last our year –
We breathing through the heart made a lot mistakes
Indulged in pride, thousands gave to beggars
Out of the place or else said a lot of words
In September.

Through the eyes we fill love, eyes were virgin
Our songs were evil, our inscrutable roads
We came with children’s bitter revolution
Singing la-major mass instead of march
In September.

We like love everyone and dance on the squares
Die at the very moment of the ecstasy after saying Amen
It was hard to us when we cried about past
So we thrown sometimes flowers, sometimes stones
In September.


перевод песни Ольги Арефьевой "Реквием по Апрелю"