Summer goes slowly -
The last days burn,
It's all sad, of course,
That the leaves are already flying ...
With the sun getting lower and lower,
That the rain goes on tirelessly,
And it seems: autumn is getting closer,
That in general, too - it's not strange.
And the wind, saying goodbye to nature,
With fallen forest,
With the boundless plain freedom,
With a road filled with tears ...
What the sky has been hoarding all summer -
Flies through the birthplace ...
Where does all this go?
Will it come back and how soon?
And autumn, as time is sunset,
Carrying only sadness and sadness,
Will come, having selected irrevocable,
A beautiful summer ... A pity ...
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