I remember not what was the cause of my joy,
Now I watch space observed how it slowly unfolds.
And this garden I loved, sitting here I enjoyed,
Used to come yesteryear all summer long.

And this question inside me is constantly born:
Shouldn’t I stop shedding tears, have I not cried enough?!
I recall in this garden sitting pondering long
Since to dearest friend bade I final good bye.

Sky, observed oftentimes, now it slowly unfolds,
There is space once again, there is also the earth.
Used to come yesteryear all summer long,
Then this garden wore down, it I fully forgot.

I remember not what was the cause of my joy,
Now I watch space observed how it slowly unfolds.
And this garden I loved, sitting here I enjoyed,
Used to come yesteryear all summer long.