Grey, pale essence is falling to pieces in front of my

eyes

The majestic trees uncovering their bodies

Stretching hands towards the merciless sky of dark

Òàì âúâ ìðàêà ãàðâàíè ÷åðíè 

Øåìåòíî êðúæàõà â íàäãðîáåí îáðåä...

/There in the dark are flying black crows

Performing heady funeral ritual/



Spells uproar deadly silence 

Wind is dancing alone in the tangle of woods 

Withered flowers whisper my name, whisper my name...

ÃÅ'îëÿò çà æèâîò, ïëà÷àò, íå çíàÿò 

×å âúâ ÷åðíî ñà òîëêîç êðàñèâè...

/Praying for life, moaning but they don't know 

How beautiful they are in these black garments/



The Sun has just gone down the silent calm lake

And the Dark called for the mournful Moon

My heart is bound in melancholy forever lost in the

wood 

Within the deserted gloomy soul of Fall