Another translation
The splash of morning light from wings Over the cold forest - The gold of the light rays That don't let the earth grow cold. I don't even have any gold And my silver is weightless - Spider web with the droplets of dew. Only dreams and pine needles Are to be caught with my dragnet, I have a lot of space for dreams - In fall the days are short, As I look up - there fly geese and swans, White flashes in twilight over the swamps. They glow right ahead, like someone else's happiness, While I hold you in my heart - Fervently, gravely, guiltily, As if you're my gone brother, Like you're my unborn son... Don't look down, don't listen and don't change the guise, Don't use your voice - not human, nor bird's, Drop a feather for me in my spider web dragnet From the deepest heights In the gray fog over the swamps... ... Fall rolled around the world Like a ball made of dead leaves, Geese and swans were flying to south, The hunting season was open...
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