A million orange streaks,
between them a tinge of blue.
No need to write
any more poems about autumn.

It has long ago been sung
to the very skies.
Let's exercise our veto
on the myriad lyrical words.

We won't weave any more
the words' yarn,
and bear rapturous rubbish
in a crazed rage.

But I rhyme again
all the words that exist,
unable to prefer
a wordless love to them.

          1992

Translated by Richard McKane

In Russian

The Song
(Michael Prihod'ko: music, singing, guitar;
Galina Pukhova: singing, flute)