# Caprice

Эмиль Шарафутдинов

Английский перевод стихотворения "Каприз"

The autumn washes off the gilding

From blackened birchen curls

And mourns in the dark, lamenting

The passing youth of hers.


The masked ball is now over.

All faces fresh and sad.

The Thunderer streams muddy water

Along the roadside.


The year sinks into the ground.

And someone's yellow eyes

Gaze at the country all around

And dreary howls arise.


Maybe it's merely caprices,

Maybe there is no one,

Maybe without any reasons

I am afraid alone.