Осень

And I glass moist air hitting my head
Drops of rain fall on me running down the river
I wash my face in the autumn of the last heat
Under roundnose wind sadness I substitute person
My sadness is not about others not of itself
It's just a fall, the sadness of something else
Autumn burns memories last fires
I'm dying, like a child at the hands of autumn

Autumn whispers and herbs
Something whispers and requests
And really want to cry
What is just as autumn
She comes to earth every year at the same hour

Autumn rains poured on the graves of sons
And the sons somewhere near crying with her
Wind sadness tore all their past dreams
They cry, they know that the dead

Autumn fog drags its gray days
How to smoke cheap cigarettes, I hide my thoughts
My feelings go along with the fall of the road
Leaving me to remember only tears and sadness

Autumn, you're gone, how goes the fog
From an opened bottle I fill the glass
I will remember about you, but I'll drink to the dregs
Excuse me, autumn, you yourself already dead,