Strolling along (through) the autumn forest
Comes the King in crimson and gold
Leaves at his feet are lying to rest
Красиво, но неточно
Maples are burning like fiery torches.
Autumn winds are singing of glory
(Wind of his golden realm (kingdom
Rings from the belfries of birches)
Dancing through belfries of birches.
Forest has risen the banners to meet
Forest has unfurled the banners of glory above the Lord’s head
The Lord of all forests in Middle-Earth.

Opals of roses roll in his palms
(dewy opals roll in his palms)
The King is laughing, King the sorcerer
(is weaving spells)
Autumn is full of bitter spice
Born in the bowl of fiery mornings.
Autumn will fill the intoxicating cup of fiery dusk with pomegranate bitterness
King rises it in the name of Forest
In the name of crazy (скорее wild) autumn dance
In the name of dying autumn song.
working his magic The King is crying, King the sorcerer.

The King is drinking for his betrothed
Lady of Night, Moon of the autumn
King with green eyes and hair of gold
Is married today with wishes for long
(drunken)Spicy midnight of autumn wind
Silver midnight around (with the) full moon
Forest in flames of crystal moonlight
King is laughing, King the sorcerer. (weaves his magic)


Eyes that are green as magical flames
Pearls of fog hiding in locks
Maple the gold being his crown
Lips red and sore as an open wound.
Moonlight bathes his bowl
Bitter like wine, hot(ter than) like a kiss
Moonlight is burning divine lips
King is laughing, King the sorcerer.

He strolls along an through the autumn forest
Eyes so green like leaves in spring
Maple the gold being his crown
Rubins of rowan hiding in palms