Calm down. Breathe in. Everything will be fine.
There will be autumn and leaves. And rain hood.
There will be a forest and the coolness of a clear day,
And the sunset on the cliff of yellow amber ...
there will be sleepy stars, fog on the bridge,
And a tramp dog at the old post.
Calm down. Breathe in. You know, winter is coming ...
and suddenly the houses will turn from gray to white,
Again holidays, life, vanity and frost,
Ice on the roads, a weather-beaten nose...
We will bask in the cafe, remembering our year,
You will hide from hundreds, from thousands of adversities,
You will tell us about the sun in the rays of a lantern,
I will wrap myself up in a scarf of gray hair of January...
There will be tenderness without words and daggers on my back,
Will the cat dream of something on the window...
we are born again with the purest soul.
Calm down. Breathe in. Everything will be fine.