R. Gamzatov It s time to go перевод с русского

The road is mine. It’s time to go.
I don’t take anything with me.
I leave the winds of spring to blow.
Morning chirping of birds should here be.

I leave you the glow of the yellow Moon,
The Tlaratinsky forest with beautiful flowers,
The song of the Caspian wave at noon
The Koisu hurrying to the sea for hours.

I leave you the rocks marked with thunders and rain
Standing close and facing each other.
Their marks are as precious as the tears of pain
On the cheeks of the dearest mother.

I will not take the waters of River Sulak.
It’s impossible there to save
The rays warming gently your shoulders up
Or the grass touching them as a wave.

I’ll take nothing that’s mine from the birth to the death.
I leave things I adore with my heart,
Winding mountain paths that feel every breath
With sweet smell of the hay on the cart.

And I leave you the heat after freshening rains,
The blue heaven that people can’t touch
And a flight of incredibly beautiful cranes.
I take love, that’s already too much.