Выхожу один я на дорогу

I'm alone on the path just taken

Glittering, it stretches through the fog

Quiet night. All harkens to the Maker

And two stars begin a dialogue

It is grand and solemn in the heavens

In the azure radiance Earth rests

Why then does my heart seem so heavy?

Do I hope? Or do I have regrets?

No, for I hope no longer

And do not regret the past at all

I seek freedom and repose, while longing

To obtain them in a sleep withal

But it's not a deathlike sleep I crave for

I would rather fall asleep, yet live

For my dormant chest might keep its vigor

For my dormant chest might mutely heave

For I would with joy forever listen

To a gentle voice that sings of love

For an oak tree, always green and blissful

Would caress me rustling from above