Will I forget you? You want to know the answer.
Will September forget to drop crimson into the foliage?
Will the blizzard forget to rage in the forest
And to throw a white hood over the spruce?

Will the stream of free waters in spring forget
To rip off the heavy winter ice from its chest?
Will April forget to follow March?
You asked me will I forget or not?

- translations by Igor Prokhorov of texts by Mira Mendelson