Autumn,
In Prague again autumn.
Autumn again in Prague,
But without us.
Leaves fly around
Heaven grow up
Autumn in Prague, by the way.
It already was, was.
Repeated
And in a circle,
And again.
Rain knocks sadly on the pavement
Time does not return back, back.
And the flow of passers-by along the boulevards.
Laughter and tears
Woe and love.
And passers by river flow.
