The thought of a sad night

Clouds become heavier with wear and tear ...

Sad nature, sad sky,
Burdened mind, but crunching ha-hutash!
Birds talk, I listen to them.
Tarul also says something, heledule, I hear them too.

The long shadow of the afternoon says,
We also go together, after a while, slowly.
The sun says, I too will go down, to that distant horizon,
Senali avar magical abir spread, this day!

The ripe fruits of the tree say, this is the end of our day!
One day we too will fall down one by one, disappearing to the ground forever,
Maybe then there will be no one beside, to pick up.

The leaves fall off, but the birds come and sit on the branches.
Sometimes he sings, sometimes he sits alone.
Sitting on the TV antenna and looking at the sky,
A sixth plane floated there in your mind.

People share their grief with birds and nature.
He says that morning will come in the dark night.
Fallen leaves fall, leaving little memory,
Nab Kislay gives a mouthful in the lap of the old branch.